Five years and three days.
Apr. 17th, 2009 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogThe five is looking back. On 4/17/04, I posted my first words ever in this form. I'd never been much for journaling offline, even when assorted courses or therapies required or recommended it, and those efforts usually turned into pretty rambling stream-of-consciousness vehicles for assorted ranting. Kinda like most of the 2,379 entries which followed it before this one onto these cyberpages.
I knew, and know, very few of you in real life- except for one I know real well- but I, and now she, have been blessed to have your lives become part of ours. We laugh with you, we care when you hurt, we WOOT! when you triumph, and we especially love the words which form the intellectual ether that binds us to you. From the few who've been here since the very beginning, to the newest of acquaintances, I thank you for five great years.
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Looking forward, or possibly looming forward, is Monday, three days away. Eleanor's going into the hospital for a routine surgical procedure, one my mother would have euphemized as "woman's problems." (Since one of the last "woman's problems" that Mom ever had was me, I never really managed to get much of an explanation from her about what HERS were.)
Eleanor's led a pretty medically charmed life- other than the C-section for Emily 18 Januaries ago, she's never been under the knife or the anaesthetic for anything, and the routineness of this procedure doesn't minimize how significant it could turn out to be. She was more worried, I think, that I'd be the walking wreck all worried about it, and in a way the insanity of the past workweek managed to mask those tendencies, but now it's almost here, the restrictions laid in for the weekend (no alcohol after tonight, no food water or nuthin after 7 Sunday night), the appointment time changed for the fourteenth time (we now have to be there at 7:30 a.m., an improvement over the 5-ish requirement they previously set), I'll probably live up to expectations and worry a lot more now. But I'll also be there for her- not just as driver, but for all the love and prayer I can provide even in my semiconscious morning state.
Your prayers, good thoughts, whatever your brand permits- all are welcomed.
I knew, and know, very few of you in real life- except for one I know real well- but I, and now she, have been blessed to have your lives become part of ours. We laugh with you, we care when you hurt, we WOOT! when you triumph, and we especially love the words which form the intellectual ether that binds us to you. From the few who've been here since the very beginning, to the newest of acquaintances, I thank you for five great years.
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Looking forward, or possibly looming forward, is Monday, three days away. Eleanor's going into the hospital for a routine surgical procedure, one my mother would have euphemized as "woman's problems." (Since one of the last "woman's problems" that Mom ever had was me, I never really managed to get much of an explanation from her about what HERS were.)
Eleanor's led a pretty medically charmed life- other than the C-section for Emily 18 Januaries ago, she's never been under the knife or the anaesthetic for anything, and the routineness of this procedure doesn't minimize how significant it could turn out to be. She was more worried, I think, that I'd be the walking wreck all worried about it, and in a way the insanity of the past workweek managed to mask those tendencies, but now it's almost here, the restrictions laid in for the weekend (no alcohol after tonight, no food water or nuthin after 7 Sunday night), the appointment time changed for the fourteenth time (we now have to be there at 7:30 a.m., an improvement over the 5-ish requirement they previously set), I'll probably live up to expectations and worry a lot more now. But I'll also be there for her- not just as driver, but for all the love and prayer I can provide even in my semiconscious morning state.
Your prayers, good thoughts, whatever your brand permits- all are welcomed.
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Date: 2009-04-19 06:45 am (UTC)Second, I'm thrilled that I have had the pleasure of reading your memories, rants, and truly witty entries for the past 3 years of my LJ life. Glad to know you!
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Date: 2009-04-20 09:12 am (UTC)Least I can do.