February 4th, 2011

20111112, Marilee

Luke, Upstairs Neighbor, Died

Luke was in the hospital for a long time with pneumonia and then to rehab to try to get off the oxygen. I was playing my last required computer game last night when his daughter called me to tell me he died on Wednesday. It was probably congestive heart failure, which isn't that unusual for someone 87 and with a lot of fluid problems. I asked if I could come to the viewing & service tomorrow and she said they'd be honored. I completely forgot to tell her about my cold. I'll have to stay in the back and leave if it gets too bad. No hand-shaking, either.

She told me that they'll clear out upstairs and sell it. I hope they change the carpet, it's 19 years old and the original carpet in these condos doesn't really last that long. I also hope they sell to another nice old couple because the walking up there won't be so loud. Almost everybody walks according to their age and the teens are really awful.
20111112, Marilee

More Coughing

After I talked to the daughter of my former upstairs neighbor, I read part of the paper, watched The Big Bang Theory, read more of the paper, then watched CSI and taped Royal Pains, then watched the tape of Royal Pains. I finished the paper during the late news.

Spirit was very insistent that she wasn't getting off my lap, so I slept out here for a couple hours and got to bed at 2am. I tried to read but was so sleepy and had so much coughing that I stopped at 2:30am. I woke up to cough and blow my nose through the night and then decided to get up at 2pm. I was too tired to do all the shower at once, which hasn't happened for a long time, and I don't know if it's the cold or what.

Spirit has now tucked in a box behind me that used to be Junie's box. When Junie saw Spirit liked it, she abandoned it. Junie bulged over the edge of the box, but Spirit is curled up in one half.

Some returned veterans were having trouble finding jobs, but now they're working in archeology, where they're learning new skills, too.

One of the WashPost Sports columnists is miffed about the Superbowl roman numerals. I wonder what she'd think if she saw my flower clock.