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Jun. 5th, 2004 06:24 pmWent to work this morning. Up at five, in the city by 6:30. Wow, that's early. Did you know that there are very few people on the streets of Manhattan at 6:30 on a Saturday morning? And those that are are predominantly men? Well, now you do. There are also very large trucks (I saw two of 'em) crating Very Large Cranes.
I went and got coffee and some guy came in and totally checked me out (I was sitting and reading, as I had, like, a half hour to kill). I think it was my super-sexxy glasses.
Work was very nice. They fed us! And there was a raffle, which I didn't win, but the prize was $125. Dude. That's nice. I am so doing this again.
Came home, read more IT (isn't flat out scary, yet, but definitely creepy) then napped. There is a scene in IT, somewhere in the middle, that I remember being the scariest thing I have ever read. It involved Pennywise in a photograph. Thinking of it gives me the creepy-crawlies up my back. And I know it's in this book. Waiting for me.
On the plus side, if history repeats itself I can look forward to an extra ten minutes of sleep thanks to the two minute showers I will be taking. Damn you, Stephen King, for freaking me out with plumbing.
On the way home I stopped at HMV and got Buffy S6 for $50.00. I know I can get it cheaper on line, but with shipping and all it wouldn't be that much cheaper and instant gratification is a strong motivator when you're me. I also got Twin Peaks S1. Apparently I was destined or something. And I saw that each freaking season of X-files is a hundred bucks, so those will have to wait.
Finally, President Reagan died. This makes me sad in a sort of distanced way, as he was the first president I really remember. But he had been suffering from Alzheimer's for so long it's almost a blessing at this point, I think.
But what makes today really memorable for me is that it would have been my dad's 61 birthday (his b-day was/is 6/5/43, which I always thought was nifty).
I remember his birthday because 1) Duh, it's his birthday, and 2) it's the day I found out he was going to have surgery for the tumors in his thyroid and lungs. I remember calling him to day happy birthday and finding out and then being absolutely furious that he and my mom would tell me on his birthday. So fucking angry. Obviously I was terrified. I called back later to apologize for screaming at them (mom was at dad's office) and actually do the happy B-day thing.
He went in for surgery later that week which, ultimately, made no difference. They didn't even try to get to his lungs. The analogies used were: 1) They went in expecting golf balls (the tumors) and instead got wet oatmeal and 2) The cancer left a puppy and came back a dog (he was sick for a bit when I was in eighth grade, but they thought they had it. I barely remember it it was such a minor issue. Well, minor as far as cancer goes.
So, twelve years ago today my dad turned 49 and I found out how sick he really was (as did he, by the way). During the summer he went through five weeks of radiation therapy (and went to work the whole time. My dad was strong) and he went through chemo.
I'm okay with it. My dads been gone for 11 1/2 years. But it still hurts a whole hell of a lot and I miss him and think of him every day. I'd like to think he'd be so damn proud of me and what I am doing with my life and what I have become (my mom emphatically says he would, and I believe her).
Anyway, I've rambled enough, which happens when I get to talking about my dad. Maybe I'll read more IT, or maybe I'll watch Twin Peaks. I can't open Buffy until Wednesday, as it is a birthday present and it's not my birthday yet. So it will mock me, alongside the letter from my mom, for four more days.
I was my dad's birthday present. God. It just never gets better.
I went and got coffee and some guy came in and totally checked me out (I was sitting and reading, as I had, like, a half hour to kill). I think it was my super-sexxy glasses.
Work was very nice. They fed us! And there was a raffle, which I didn't win, but the prize was $125. Dude. That's nice. I am so doing this again.
Came home, read more IT (isn't flat out scary, yet, but definitely creepy) then napped. There is a scene in IT, somewhere in the middle, that I remember being the scariest thing I have ever read. It involved Pennywise in a photograph. Thinking of it gives me the creepy-crawlies up my back. And I know it's in this book. Waiting for me.
On the plus side, if history repeats itself I can look forward to an extra ten minutes of sleep thanks to the two minute showers I will be taking. Damn you, Stephen King, for freaking me out with plumbing.
On the way home I stopped at HMV and got Buffy S6 for $50.00. I know I can get it cheaper on line, but with shipping and all it wouldn't be that much cheaper and instant gratification is a strong motivator when you're me. I also got Twin Peaks S1. Apparently I was destined or something. And I saw that each freaking season of X-files is a hundred bucks, so those will have to wait.
Finally, President Reagan died. This makes me sad in a sort of distanced way, as he was the first president I really remember. But he had been suffering from Alzheimer's for so long it's almost a blessing at this point, I think.
But what makes today really memorable for me is that it would have been my dad's 61 birthday (his b-day was/is 6/5/43, which I always thought was nifty).
I remember his birthday because 1) Duh, it's his birthday, and 2) it's the day I found out he was going to have surgery for the tumors in his thyroid and lungs. I remember calling him to day happy birthday and finding out and then being absolutely furious that he and my mom would tell me on his birthday. So fucking angry. Obviously I was terrified. I called back later to apologize for screaming at them (mom was at dad's office) and actually do the happy B-day thing.
He went in for surgery later that week which, ultimately, made no difference. They didn't even try to get to his lungs. The analogies used were: 1) They went in expecting golf balls (the tumors) and instead got wet oatmeal and 2) The cancer left a puppy and came back a dog (he was sick for a bit when I was in eighth grade, but they thought they had it. I barely remember it it was such a minor issue. Well, minor as far as cancer goes.
So, twelve years ago today my dad turned 49 and I found out how sick he really was (as did he, by the way). During the summer he went through five weeks of radiation therapy (and went to work the whole time. My dad was strong) and he went through chemo.
I'm okay with it. My dads been gone for 11 1/2 years. But it still hurts a whole hell of a lot and I miss him and think of him every day. I'd like to think he'd be so damn proud of me and what I am doing with my life and what I have become (my mom emphatically says he would, and I believe her).
Anyway, I've rambled enough, which happens when I get to talking about my dad. Maybe I'll read more IT, or maybe I'll watch Twin Peaks. I can't open Buffy until Wednesday, as it is a birthday present and it's not my birthday yet. So it will mock me, alongside the letter from my mom, for four more days.
I was my dad's birthday present. God. It just never gets better.
