Rusty Hevelin
February 16, 1922 – December 27, 2011.
Tag: Rusty
Friday, December 23rd
I spent a good portion of the day yesterday unplugged, at a friend’s house, knitting and drinking champagne and fruit juice, a basket of homemade cranberry muffins to nom upon and just good chatting and laughter. I haven’t felt so relaxed in weeks. Thank you all for your continued comments …
Thursday, December 22nd (“It is what it is”)
Can you believe my pepper plants are still producing? It’s the ass end of December, and my peppers are still all, “JULY, BITCHES!” I think that’s a sign. An allegory, if you will. Even in the darkest part of the year, the coldest part (of course, as I say that …
Monday, December 19th
Last night we picked up Unca Joe at the airport; Aunt Gay is – hopefully – flying in on Wednesday with Rusty. There’s been problem after problem getting him transferred, so everyone cross your fingers and hope that Santa provides the right paperwork and no more health scares. Gah. I …
Rusty and I
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times
One thing the last month has reinforced for me is the thought that I am in the right place right now, working the right job (jobs?), spending my time in the right way. Mostly that’s been reinforced because things have been so goddamn crazy, and I’ve been able to stop …
The Four Muskateers
One of my awesome extended family members, Mike Glicksohn, passed away yesterday suddenly. He’d been battling, and beating, cancer for years, and out of left field was taken from us by a stroke. I mean, we knew it was going to happen eventually; and sooner rather than later… but it’s …