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well.

Okay, I’m back. No, really. (Is anybody there?) Velma and I have moved, to a sweet apartment in Bitter Lake. (That’s a neighborhood right around Aurora and the north city line.) (Did I mention we’ve...

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aarp! say it with one syllable

I joined AARP (I’m 49*, going on — wait for it! — fifty). I got my card this week. Now, I’ve been looking forward to getting my membership for a long time, before my stroke. I figured that getting old...

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depressed moment*

Every once in a while — well, really, every day — I read Twitter (for instance) to catch up on my old friends, and someone is writing about bike-riding, and suddenly I can feel it so much . . . I will...

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first time success

There is a small gym in our apartment complex. I have wanted to make use of the stationary bike, but I kept putting it off. Today it seemed like a good day to stop putting it off, with my depressed...

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ten years’ plus of files equals a lot

I’ve got two new 2 TB drives, because my old 1 TB drives have been filled up. Now I’ve been transferring files. Um. It takes a lot of time, apparently. Dum de dum dum . . . . Carry on. I’ll be back.

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congratulations chip!

I just realized that Samuel R. Delany has now been a published novelist for 50 years (The Jewels of Aptor, 1962). Gee! I just had a conversation with him three weeks or so ago; I wish that I’d thought...

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five years to thirteen

I forget. This is a every-few-minutes thing of my life, now. I forget trivial through momentous, concepts to vocabulary, schedule to, to, to…. I forget. But this. sigh…. October 6, 2008: Five years...

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i didn’t know that!

Sure, grief is natural and proper, but it’s healthier for the survivors to move on. –a writer who usually says more sensible things

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happy birthday, velma, somewhere

I can’t believe that you didn’t make it to 52. Grief.

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can’t let the last post stay up on top

Every time I choke up. Helen (Velma’s sister) called yesterday as the day was approaching the end. She told me that Velma’s New York memorial had gone well, and she told me specific things that made me...

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howl

I’m howling. Literally, I just spent fifteen minutes just howling. This is normal now; I just don’t talk about it, except maybe I should. I’m damaged, but Velma stuck with me. She understood me. Now...

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