Mortality this thing not shaken. So it will be I who is stirred. Gibson. Not as in faith. The spirit tonight will be gin.
Today Lauren, Tim,and I were waiting for dinner at Marnee Thai in the Sunset. A disconcertingly unfortunate, comical sight… a woman walked by with a wonderful little dog in a stroller. It was cute, but sort of a cockeyed interpretation of “taking the dog for a walk”. We stopped and chatted with the lady, and she was actually taking her in the stroller to the park, to play for the last time. The poor thing’s kidneys had gone, and it was too weak to walk, and the “mom” was euthanizing this little best friend tomorrow. Burning… the humour or warmth we saw melted into shattering sadness. During dinner, in our lull….. my friend told me his father’s brain tumour was back, and it reminded all of us of how much we just try to ignore it. It is baffling to me… all of it. The mind seeps to further corners and reaches that my intellect cannot grasp, and likely doesn’t believe in. Any faith I had has foundered years ago…. it is a wild ride watching the lemming march to oblivion.
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