tangledupinblue

OK, so here is the deal. My pops has some bad trouble with his heart itself, but not the arteries, which is bad and good apparently. No open heart surgery, but also, nothing to really correct the issue as decisively. Also an irregular heartbeat, so looks like an internal defib is going to be implanted and a lot of medicines are going and try to do something about the diabetes. Problem is that the medicine for the rhythm can make the ejections fractions low. I don't know. He'll be in the hospital through the weekend and then we'll bring him home to my Mom's house which ought to be high comedy -- Can Two Divorced Parents Get Along Under One Roof After 30 Years With One Of Them Acting As The Other's Primary Care Doctor? Dunno. So, we'll see, and at least he can be around here for the weekend and have me and my sister in the hood -- we all are in the same neighborhood which will make all this more doable if he needs long term care at home. Anyway, in the words of Joan Didion, we'll just play it as it lays. So anyway, going to Brazillian BBQ tonight to unwind and then going to the Lennox Lounge. Like to hit the Shark Bar soon as I have a hankering for collards.

So I feel like writing about a lot of shit today, and I was riffing on this earlier in the "dating sucks" group which I find amusing to no end. The kvetch factor in there is so high it's hysterical. Also the justifications in there are so convoluted that I have images of contortionists walking away from their laptops at coney island shaking their heads in disbelief. So I am going to post a little incident of the Return of the Living Ex and ask you, constant reader for your obseravations on the two points I raise at the end -- or any additional ones you want to kick in with . . .

Again, thanks for your kindness


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"I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline that separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered, nor the pain I rise above, and I'll never know the same about you, your holiness nor your kind of love and it makes me feel so sorry."

Daily Dylan

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THE RETURN OF THE LIVING EX

Saw an ex-girlfriend for the first time in, I guess about 7 years 3 months ago. It was at the first birthday party of my goddaughter. The ex is the older sister of my good friend's wife. So, anyway, our breakup was not real fantastic (whose are?). I was in college, and bartending, was i guess 23 then and she was four years older and just coming out of her first marriage. We were together for a couple of years, but when I decided to go on and get a law degree rather than go into the investment banking job market and earn some coin, make a home for her right away, she sold me down the river pretty quickly. So I moved on and did my thing and when I did run into her again it was nice to see her and meet her husband and her son and such. Genuinely no hard feelings because the world has moved on.

So. . . my birthday was like, 10 days ago, and this week I found a package when I got home from work. She sent me four books of Norman Rockwell paintings (don't laugh) knowing full well, I imagine, that she'd given me a Rockwell print when we were together to christen a new apartment, etc. Anyway, had a long letter in there that while not lovey dovey was not exactly just "hey, nice to see you, sorry for kicking you in the groinal region lo those many years ago, let's be friends" suggesting, inter alia, we meet for lunch this week. Anyway, my sister says she's either extremely happy and secure in her life and is making up for past mistakes or is unhappy and prowling. I think I'm just going to pass on lunch. Now that she's married and has a child I wouldn't even want my friend to think that anything shady was going. Too little to gain from even creating an inference I think. Anyway that's a long story to ask two questions if they can be answered. 1) What do people think when they just up and walk back into someone's life, especially after leaving on bad terms? 2) I'm not being a dick by refusing a lunch request, right? I mean, better to be polite and just plead "business is too busy for lunch" (which it is other than like getting a Jamba Juice) than mess up an important friendship. Thanks in advance for any replies.

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Edited to add -- while it is not in my nature to sing in praise of Derek Jeter, what he did was beyond balls-out. I mean they were so far out they were on Dyer Avenue. Wow. Watching this game on Al Yankezeera right now, and it is one of the best games I have ever seen. Sheff at 3rd, A-Rod at short, Jeter euthenized in the top of the twelfth. Wow.