Frontier Former Editor

August 23, 2007

Summertime, and the living is sticky and sweaty and pretty damned uncertain . . .

I don’t even have to get drunk to be incoherent these days . . . I just open my mouth and start typing.

 We’re in week two of a nice little heat wave that has gone far beyond dog days. More like “someone’s going to go over the edge and kill someone else” days.

 We’ve already had one interesting little domestic tiff in my neck of the woods that added a Faulknerian or Tennessee Williams motif to the weather. Nothing special compared to the rest of the country, but something to break the routine around here.

And I still sit here wandering between the niceties of C++ and trying to keep my sanity.

My father spent some quality time in the hospital earlier this month after a confluence of bursitis, a cyst in his calf muscle, diabetic complications and other little things that resulted in his collapsing after I brought him home from a doctor’s appointment.

If anything makes you doubt your own mortality in a big damned hurry, try watching the senior chief petty officer who kept your ass in line learning to walk again and thanking you every minute just for spotting for him as he tries to make it out of a chair or up a couple of stairs. He’s going to be okay in a month or so, but it’s just the thing to knock one’s world into a cocked hat.

Today, we took him for the latest round of a year’s worth of eye surgery. He now probably will see better than I will for the rest of my life, but the capper of the day was sitting at a drive-in with him, eating a burger, drinking a milkshake and realizing that the last time we’d done that together was about 33 years ago.

I’m going to go give myself a dope slap and get back to abnormal now.

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2 Comments »

  1. Maybe you should make that milkshake run a regular thing, like my Mom taking me to lunch everytime she gets a haircut. Hope he recovers fast!

    Comment by Miss Cellania — August 24, 2007 @ 11:52 am

  2. Bonjour, Senor FFE

    Auncient Parents are a worry … but enjoy them as long as you can

    It sound like he (& you + family) could do with a holiday (err … vacation, in North Amerikanisch) in a more temperate climate, like Inglaterra (Schotland is even cooler !!!)

    Is there ought that we can do to help

    Yr obedt servt etc

    G E

    Comment by G Eagle Esq — August 24, 2007 @ 1:06 pm


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