I never mentioned, but the fix to my picture posting problem is simply copy and paste instead of upload via the unreliable Google command. Lesson in life, I guess figure it out yourself, can’t rely so much on what you think you can.
Still haven’t talked to Sis L in 12 days, but who’s counting. I certainly miss her and expect we will be back in touch soon. Spouse says let her call first, she was the one who reacted rudely. Bro said she mentioned to him she regretted it. I’m not holding a grudge, but feel it better to hold off calling.
Hope neither one of us dies while we’re on pause. That’s not a ghoulish thought: neither of us are “spring chickens.” If that’s not enough of a reminder, the kidnapping of Mrs Guthrie serves at least as a tangible reminder of GIG’s abstraction of the need to constantly consider “the inevitability of …death.”
I mentioned my tale in Tuesday webinar, and our dear Deutsch mentor, E, said he sadly had a parallel condition with his younger brother, essentially resentment over the use of their mother’s house. They had rarely spoken in 2-3 years.
I don’t intend to let that happen with L, but you never know how long “civil wars” will last, once started. Or who the casualties might be.
That in fact is the root of our dispute: what I see as civil insurrection, she sees as government oppression.
We live in dangerous times, despite that serene picture of a small-city’s beautiful blue and white winter peace.
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