This is your monthly dose of post.

March 5, 2015 at 1:39 am (Icepick)

Nothing much to say. Some things are good, some things are not so good, a lot of things are middlin’ to fair. About the only thing that’s even remotely interesting that I can think of is that I discovered last night that my wife had never heard of Willie Sutton. Huh. But that tells you how uneventful things are down here in Central Florida. (Or up here, to Annie.)

That is all. Next month Ron will hit you with an update. I’ll see y’all again in May!

ADDED: I did have one more bit. This is me telling on myself a bit. I discovered just last week that an obit really can make my day. I’m a little embarrassed by that fact, which may be a sign that I’m human after all.


  1. mockturtle said,

    an obit really can make my day

    I’m dying to hear about it. Care to elaborate?

  2. Icepick said,

    Actually, no, I don’t. The whole thing is a nasty piece of work – familial dirty laundry, if you will.

  3. wj said,

    I suspect that we all occasionally have that “Good riddance to bad rubbish” reaction to someone departing the world. As you say, it’s all too human. But there certainly are people (I’m thinking of a larger stage than just family) who the world is definitely better off without.

  4. LouiseM said,

    Was it the obit that made your day?

    Or the awareness gained from reading that someone you knew was finally dead?

    And how did it make your day? Joy? Relief? Peace? Satisfaction? Safety?

  5. Icepick said,

    It was the awareness that I had outlived someone who had meant me & mine serious harm in the past. And the feeling I felt was satisfaction.

  6. karen said,

    You did well:0) a good friend says the best way to beat out an enemy is to take good care of yourself and treat yourself well. Then, you will one day face them and look so much better than they do!! Constructive willfulness:0)
    I’d say being alive is even better.

  7. Icepick said,

    The only problem is that he was 20 years older than me. I’ve really got to make it another 20 years to prove the point conclusively!

  8. karen said,

    hahahah! You know- i went to confession b/c- well, Catholic duty and also- i still have such pain/fear/sadness… connected w/what happened w/my FinL. Even though we are together as a family-Holidays and special occasions- i haven’t talked too him in almost 5yrs. It’s like he isn’t even there for me- i see past him, through him. Yet, all of these feelings are connected to the effort of invisibility.

    I asked the priest how it might be possible to put down the burden of having been accused of something that i had never done- how i feel everyone, having heard one version- not the truth- sees me as someone that i am not. My reputation. I feel so humiliated when i know so many in our small community have heard this lie. Are we our reputations?

    Maybe it was sinful to be so attached to my reputation in the 1st place. Maybe i was to be taught a lesson about humility:0( Maybe i’ll never know why this all played out as it did- other than i turned down the advances of a dog. The priest- a young man- told me that we all are the Reputation of our Christ- that He feels our pain and that we need to realize that He lives &breathes through our triumphs over sin.

    I don’t think my outliving my FinL by 18yrs will make me feel triumphant. I would sooner think looking him in the eye and not feeling fear would be a triumph. Men of a certain age have always caused me this anxiety. He is of this age. So, if i can put down the sorrow and then the fear- hah! I will really win. Only, i seem to put down one emotion only to pick up another. Well, i used to be like that w/men &finally met the right one. Wish me luck:0)

    *I wonder if you feel relief from any fear- or is it all anger. The one thing i really have gotten over is my anger. They caused great financial hardship for my family, too- and that we chalked up to an education w/no diploma.

    Just so you know- i wish i could be angry and get over it when i see the obit:0) I’m not judging. Just sharing.

  9. Icepick said,

    Good luck, Karen. I understand the not wanting to be afraid part. At some point after I turned 40 I realized I wasn’t scared of my mother any more. It was … a pleasant realization. My brother and my sister, bot much older than I am, never did get over that, and I’m sure Mom still scares my sister. (My brother’s been dead for about 6 years now.)

    More later, I hope.

  10. karen said,

    May you have a stellar year.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: