Thing #1: Jim and Sonja have landed in Ireland after a trans-Atlantic jaunt from the Azores. They have begun posting updates on their blog again (also found over on the "blogroll" menu as Sailing with Jim and Sonja).
Thing #2: I am one of the few, apparently, who find the American Apparel ads quite distracting, rather than annoying. Apparently, I'm the target audience for 20 year-olds clad in stretchy cotton. I will admit that this probably indicates a deep, deep psychosis on my part. But even I am mystified by this ad...
Please discuss.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
A day in the life of Cancer Guy
Dagnabbit. I told myself that I wasn't going to use this here weblog for these purposes, but it's kind of consumed my recent life. Thus, here is this.
I hope that this gives you a better idea of what I've been going through lately. If anyone has any suggestions for improving my life, I'd be glad to evaluate them publicly.
4:38 am Elaine sort of whimper-cries a few times. It is pre-dawn, meaning that it's not pitch dark out anymore. That's just not right, but I did choose to live closer to the North Pole. I have to pee, but I go back to sleep anyway.
5:05 am Elaine sort of whimper-cries a few times. "This one's for real", I tell myself. I tiptoe to the bathroom, hoping to pee before she loses it completely, waking Jill up.
5:07 am Not a peep from Elaine, so I tiptoe back into the bedroom (which is pointless, since every damned board in the floor squeaks and pops at 5am). Elaine sort of cry-whimpers. I freeze, listening. I decide that she's probably waking up, but hedge my bet by tiptoeing back to the kitchen.
5:10 am I decide to get a pot of coffee going, since Elaine has fallen silent again. I place a bottle near the sink, ready to make and shake as soon as she starts up again.
5:14 am Hardly believing my luck, and forgetting that this is not really a victory, I pour a cup of coffee and plop myself down in front of my computer.
5:17 am Having checked my email (nothing new since 6 hours ago), and most anything else that I find interesting, I begin clicking on my various webcomics, sports sites, and Boardgamegeek.
5:50 am Dregs of coffee are cold. I get a warmup. Since I'm up, I pee again.
6:20 am Elaine begins babbling in some foreign tongue. I ignore her until she starts complaining in the universal tongue.
6:22 am Shaking up a bottle, I go to greet the Queen of the Morning. That first hug is indescribable.
6:42 am I admit to myself that Elaine is not likely to go back to sleep after her bottle. We head for the living room where she crawls around hooting at things. I sit on the couch, feeling the irresistible tug of sleep calling to me through the caffeine.
7:15 am Change poopie diaper #1. Change Elaine into actual clothes.
Cycles of eating and sleeping ensue, broken by trips to the store/oncologist/Jill's job/etc. Someone from Jill's work shows up at a predetermined time with a banquet-sized portion of food. I attempt to make room for this in our refrigerator and freezer. (Dishes/laundry/vacuuming) (gets/does not get) done.
7:55 pm Elaine gets put back into pajamas, and maybe gets her teeth brushed and face washed.
8:05 pm Elaine and I dance around the living room to something funky.
8:10 pm Final kisses from mommy
8:12 pm I start to read a book to Elaine, generally "Goodnight, Gorilla".
8:13 pm However, she knows about the bottle. So it's lights out and bottle time.
9:00 pm She finally conks out, completely against her stated wishes. I leave her room like a thief.
9:01 pm I open a beer and do some more dishes, focusing on getting bottles prepped.
10:20 pm Vegging in front of the computer ensues.
11:45 pm Go to bed.
2:08 am Have to pee.
I hope that this gives you a better idea of what I've been going through lately. If anyone has any suggestions for improving my life, I'd be glad to evaluate them publicly.
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