Friday, August 15, 2008

Whoo boy what a week

Yes, I am still alive, I just dropped off the face of the planet for a while. It was a rough week, I'll have to tell you about it some time.

First I have to thank someone who might not want to be named, then again, maybe they would. Anyway, this person has been very helpful and just plain, old-fashioned kind. They have also given me so much information that I have been overwhelmed with it all. It’s going to take me a while to just figure out what it all is. I am still trying to get my head around all of it.


Now, just to round things out …

There was one anniversary this week: on August 9th 2005 my heart stopped. It started again, but I suppose you already guessed that – but it did it on its own.


The rest of this is a day late and a dollar short.

Wednesday was Alfred Hitchcock’s birthday, for what that’s worth. I always liked his movies, still do in fact.

An inordinate number of famous people were born yesterday, a partial list includes:

Buddy Greco
Dash Crofts (Seals and Crofts)
David Crosby
Steve Martin
Susan Saint James
Danielle Steel (book store shelf stocker)
Gary Larson (philosopher)
James Horner (film composer)
Magic Johnson
Marcia Gay Harden
Sarah Brightman (Olympic greeter)

and Cosimo III, 6th duke of Tuscany

Don’t even ask about today.

Oh well, I have to run. I have to find a ride to Yasgur’s Farm.

3 comments:

pasoc said...

No other way to finish a rough week than being dragged out to lunch and spending what's left of your energy. But at least this time you were only beaten up emotionally.

beatthereaper said...

True. It was definitely exhausting, but it was also something that I really needed. Thanks.

Tom said...

No problem! It was our pleasure to give you abuse door-to-door! (If you were after an argument, that was in the next car down...)