Thursday, February 07, 2008

Closing

As I write this, the closing of the sale of my father's house is taking place. Our attorney is representing us, so we needn't be there. We've had tremendous support from our attorney, the real estate agent, Mike and his crew, neighbors, and friends.

So, the house where I grew up (to the extent that I grew up) is now owned by another family. A number of years ago, I was talking with some people at work and learned that I was the only one of the group who'd spent all 12 years of elementary and high school in the same school system. There were very few changes in the neighborhood. Don's family moved there when we were in the third or fourth grade; that's the only family with kids that moved in or out.

Sandra and I went through the house on Saturday, making one last check of the place. Both of us felt some sadness stir up. We remembered where and how my father lived during his last years and days. We admired the work that was done in the renovations. We left a note to the new owners, hoping that they love their new home.

I wonder how long it'll be before we'll want or need to ride down that road again.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

A touch of family

This morning, I received a call from my aunt, my mother's older sister. My aunt is 90. Her voice is strong and her mind clear. This was, probably, the only time that she called me directly. Previously, she called when my mother was living with us and then only if she hadn't heard from my mother in a while.

My aunt was eager to talk about her life at this time. She's in a Finnish-American nursing home in Florida, run by Karelians (people from what had been the southeast corner of Finland; Karelia was seized by the Soviet Union as a part of the settlement of the Winter War). She asked if I've been in contact with my cousins who live in Florida and asked that I ask them to give her a call.

Dilbert on hobbies

In just about every first encounter with doctors, therapists, and even real people, they'll ask me about my hobbies.

I do have real friends, for whom I am deeply grateful.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

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This week's Roaster Boy's playlist

Monday, February 04, 2008

The sky is the color that Bellicheck's sweatshirt should have been

We went to a dandy Super Bowl party at Mike and Lynn's last night. They've put a fantastic entertainment room above the garage. We ate well, enjoyed the crowd, and stayed for the first half. The high-def big screen was just what the game called for.

Of course, what was really called for was the Patriots team that played the first 18 games of the season. There was plenty of suck to go around last night - the coach, for not going for the field goal, Brady, for throwing bad passes, the offensive line, defensive backs, just about everyone.

The theme in the NFL for the last 20 or so years is that, on any given Sunday, any team can beat any other team. The quality of all of the teams is so high that it only takes a slight shift of skill, luck, or energy to raise up the low or knock down the mighty. The value of a team is what they bring to each and every game. Last night, the Patriots played as though they were confused and tired. In the past, their desire has overcome their confusion and tiredness. Last night, it didn't.

It wasn't a great game. Neither team showed great stuff. The Giants just played well enough to win.

So, now, we wait. The Red Sox equipment van leaves Boston for spring training next week.

And what the heck was the deal with that red sweatshirt?

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