Aunt Barb

I just got home from the Suncrest nursing home, where I saw my aunt Barb for possibly the last time. She has a stage 4 kidney disease and decided to not do dialysis. It was a small family gathering, with pizza.

I keep thinking about a time when me, my brother Fred and our cousin Jimmy were walking around town during Lapeer Days. We stopped by Aunt Barb’s house for while and she let us watch Mtv. I remember that one of the videos was Guns n’ Roses’ November Rain, which Barb seemed to like as much as us. That would have been in the early 90’s.

Aunt Barb never talked to me like I was “special”. She talked to me with the same respect and manner that she talked to anyone else, and I really appreciate that. In Barb’s presence, I felt like an equally intelligent person.

I always loved Aunt Barb. She is an important person in my life.

Spiders

I have a strange respect for spiders. Other small, crawling things, I kill them on sight. But spiders, as long as they’re not on me, I let them live. Once I was sitting at my desk and a big orb weaver came crawling across the surface toward me. I said simply, “Turn around and go the other way, and I won’t kill you.” She stopped, looked at me, and then turned around and headed back across the desk, unhurriedly.

Some People

Some people think they’re really smart. They have a tendency to be snarky and sarcastic for no other reason than to make themselves feel superior. They’re also prone to passive aggression, and they have a knack for creating frustrating situations.

Today’s Blog Topic is “I Don’t Have a Topic.”

I’m trying to get back to blogging at least once a day. I was derailed for a week or so.

Yesterday my brother came over to watch the World Series Game 1. We missed the first half hour because I wanted to watch “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown”. If there’s a Charlie Brown special on, I have to watch it.

I cooked a pasta-burger mix and there was plenty for both of us.

Well, I’m having a slow day, but I got some work done. Going to cook steak. Game 2 starts at 8.

More on the Ellen-Bush friendship

I think Ellen’s friendship with Bush shows us that there is hope, that the gape between conservatives and liberals can be bridged. Not just because Ellen is friends with Bush, but also because Bush is friends with Ellen.

This quote from the Railway Man comes to mind, “Sometime the hating has to stop.”