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lagilmanTwo+ years I've lived here, and only last night, purely by accident, did I learn that the place that look like a run-down neighborhood bar actually serves amazing "create your own" salads (like a salad bar, only you notch items off a sheet and they make it for you fresh rather than the stuff being out under lights for hours at a time).
Happy Hannukah to me. :-)
Two things of significant note that almost slipped by:
in 2003, my folks admitted what we'd already suspected: that my dad had been diagnosed with Parkinson's. At the time it was like a dull but painful blow, where you didn't know you'd been braced for it until after it hits. Now, seven years later, it's A Thing - it's always there, you adapt and you accept and it's hard to remember life any other way. But it's seven years we might not have had without recent medical and pharma breakthroughs in the study and treatment of this disease. For that, I thank the medical research branch of modern medicine. Here's to another seven more.
Also in 2003, a week earlier, I closed the door of my office at NAL one final time, and became a full-time freelancer. Seven years. Still ticking. *knocks wood*
Happy Hannukah to me. :-)
Two things of significant note that almost slipped by:
in 2003, my folks admitted what we'd already suspected: that my dad had been diagnosed with Parkinson's. At the time it was like a dull but painful blow, where you didn't know you'd been braced for it until after it hits. Now, seven years later, it's A Thing - it's always there, you adapt and you accept and it's hard to remember life any other way. But it's seven years we might not have had without recent medical and pharma breakthroughs in the study and treatment of this disease. For that, I thank the medical research branch of modern medicine. Here's to another seven more.
Also in 2003, a week earlier, I closed the door of my office at NAL one final time, and became a full-time freelancer. Seven years. Still ticking. *knocks wood*
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Date: 2010-12-02 12:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-02 02:46 pm (UTC)Do I by chance know this salad joint of which you speak? *cue raised eyebrow*
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Date: 2010-12-02 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-02 03:12 pm (UTC)Very glad you found happiness and success with your change, and that your dad is doing well.
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Date: 2010-12-02 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-02 04:01 pm (UTC)And happiness about the seven years medical science has given your family with your father. I never met my maternal grandfather because he died from Parkinson's a few years before I was born. I regret the loss, because I think he and I would have had some excellent times together (he was a horse whisperer, only a workhorse whisperer, not a Fancy! Big Name! Performance Horse! Whisperer!). I hope you have at least seven more years ahead with your father.
And I salute your freelance life. Weight of Stone is next up on my to-be-read list.
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Date: 2010-12-02 10:53 pm (UTC)We often refer to Saint Michael of the Fox, because there's no way so much research would have been done without him. The fact that he's a nice guy (we've heard him speak occasionally) ust adds to that.
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Date: 2010-12-02 07:47 pm (UTC)Yes, 2003 is when I took my current job. I don't think I realized that you left so soon thereafter. Good on you for freelancing happily these seven years!