Thursday, July 29, 2010


“In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant. My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known -- no wonder, then, that I return the love.” - Soren Kierkegaard

Family Reunion

If my foot didn't hurt so much, I don't think I'd mind making the trip, but it does, and I do, I mean, thing is, no one wants to hear others complain about their aches and pains - hell, I don't even want to hear it out of me - but it's hard when every step one takes causes a wince, and there is little else that helps but lying down, icing and NSAIDs, and, well, can't do that when on the road, can I? This to shall pass. Meh.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Remembering Elizabeth

I first wrote and posted this on July 28th, 2005, reposted on July 28th, 2007 with slight revision, and am posting yet again today, late on July 27 (in my world), revised once more, with an additional commentary.

From Blogizdat LJ:

On July 28th, 1966, our family went on a picnic outing with friends to celebrate the birthday of a young South American teacher who was living with us at the time.

We drove a few kilometers away from our town to a small undeveloped beach on the Tocantins river, where we had a picnic lunch, after which my dad took a nap in a hammock, and my mom went down the beach to a shack to change into swim wear, while the several of us kids and young teens splashed about in the warm and shallow water.

Then, the unthinkable happened.

While the events that followed are somewhat muddled in my mind, I recall a great deal of commotion - someone had noticed that my nearly-7-year-old sister Elizabeth had disappeared under the water, and did not reappear.

Read the rest here.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Question of the Day

From Blogizdt LJ

If you could have 10 minutes alone with anyone in the world where you could do or say whatever you wanted without consequences, who would you choose and what would you do?

Read the answer here.

Today's Randomnimity

From Blogizdat LJ:

  • I don't like the 17th of pretty much any month, and it's not that I'm superstitious, really, though maybe I am, it's just that there have been a host of bad things happen on that day, over the years, and I get anxious - well, more than usual - each time one rolls around, and yes, know that's pretty stupid.
  • I got to kiss my daughters goodnight for the first time in a week - they'd been off at camp for a week, and I'd been missing them heaps.

Read the rest here.