death
the recent death of an old friend feels like a wake-up call to me…to use a baseball analogy, it feels like strike two…strike one was my ending up in the hospital a few years back with BP that was 200something over 100something…I’m pretty sure he would appreciate the analogy–he was a baseball fan…in fact, one year not too long ago, he and another friend took me to an Orioles game for my birthday–a pleasant surprise…and a good compromise between making a big deal outta my birthday and ignoring it…anyway, I’m making a conscious effort (slowly but surely) to change my eating habits…I dunno why, I don’t currently have a strong desire to live anyway…but I do wanna make it to Skip’s funeral next Tuesday…if the weather doesn’t stop me…
it may be wrong to look forward to a funeral, but I am looking forward to seeing an old friend or two there…what’s kinda weird is the idea that I have been to the church once before–as a member of Koinonia, my first band…we played a dance there back in 1969 or so…I think it was in February…the lead guitar player took his guitar outta the car and opened the case–the crack went from one strap button to the other; we HEARD it happen…he put electrical tape on it and it was fine…when I bought the guitar (for $30) I left the tape on it of course…
I dunno if Skip’s passing has anything to do with it, but I seem to be a bit more scatterbrained than usual, at least when it comes to the workplace…and of course, my boss likes to shake my routine up which gets me very distracted…if only he would leave me alone…