Not another one…

A long-time friend’s kid – about the same age as my youngest – got diagnosed with cancer this week. It’s a type and a prognosis where the kid’s likely to live, but it’s going to be a tough 18 months or so for the family.

This type of stuff ought not happen.

There’s not much I can do about it – they’re across the country. So, I’ll pray, and stick a couple of bucks in the Dana Farber can when they pass it around the movie theatre.

Fsck.

There are not many things that can wrench me from sleep in a cold sweat, and not much that can flap me. Generally, I can rationalize and relax as soon as I’m sure that nobody’s in immediate danger. But the thought that something like this could happen to one of MY kids – stops me cold.


Now that I’ve brought everybody down, I had a good run today. Jamestown, 4+ miles, went and got wet in the North Atlantic at the end. The ocean was painfully cold.With the arrival of spring, the fog’s back in Newport. It’s tough to comprehend exactly how much of an elemental force the fog can be, but the combination we’ve got now with extremely cold water and warm, humid air – watching the fog roll up and down the bay is incredible. It’s like a living organism, changing from minute to minute.

It was good to strap on the sneaks and iPod and just not think for a while. To feel the water suck the warmth out of my legs at the end of the day.

Forgotten Literature

I’ve been following the RSS feed of Project Gutenberg for a while. Don’t read much of what comes across, but I’ve been “thumbing” through any old magazine that comes across. Today, they published an old issue of the Atlantic Monthly, featuring a tale of alien abduction:

 After supper my captor led me to a separate arbor, and pointed to a bed of soft, white straw, upon which I immediately stretched myself, and he retired. Presently I arose and attempted to go out, but found that he had fastened the door on the outside. It was not pleasant to find myself a prisoner; but that subject was instantly driven from my mind as I looked out through the lattice and saw Sagittarius, with no signs of the planet Mars. I returned to my straw; and, after the excitement of the day had subsided, I fell asleep and slept until after sunrise. 

No Agent Scully, though.