Well, it's Sept 26th'iish -- hell maybe even 28th, I haven't looked at the calendar, but it's Monday for sure. I've lost one of my soul-buddies. This gal and I went through a torrid seventies and eighties together, through StarTrek, Spock fandom and divorce things ---we had a lot in common, thrown together by a puckish man who will always claim he's more dignified than his innate secret nature. LN. His initials. Anything more and I might have to pay royalties. hehe. We had a good time. Kids Cats Sacks and Wives, we meandered to St. Ives, and on the way learned a great deal about life. It's very good to have a buddy, and I'll tell you, I replaced Nana with THREE good buddies. Dave, my male bestest, Verna, my diabetes twin, and Agnes, the i-dotter and t-crosser in my life. Nana was all of those when I lived in California, and now bless me, (and He Has) I have three to help me along, along with the spirit guide and several angels. I can just see Nana now, having a great time sharing a spiritual diet Pepsi with my spirit guide, talking over how difficult I was, and as my SG says, "She still is!" and Nana says, "why am I not surprised." well, so long good buddy, I loved you and your family very much. I need to e-mail your baby John.
Damn Diabetes. It weakened her. One operation too many.
Hmmmm. I think I'll forgo any more operations.
She and I were the same age! Yikes.
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