More on Jim -

We're getting through August, and you know what comes after that, don't you?

September. No, really.

And September 18th, just a date picked out of a hat. That's the day Cliff died.

But we're talking about Jim. Yeah, I know. But I look at Jim and see Cliff's hand in it.

Yeah, yeah, I see the look on your face allll the way over here. Stop it.

No, they never met. And when I first met Jim, that was the hardest thing to get my head around. They'd never known each other, but they both knew me better than anyone else in the world...but they'd never known each other.

That's not supposed to happen. Well, it does and I'm weirded out over it -

But let's look at Jim for a moment. silverkun knew Cliff - knew him well, as he was on that short list of people I could call at a moment's notice as an extra pair of hands, who did overnight duty at Cedars-Sinai, and many other things while Cliff slowly faded in his last days. (Which took three years to accomplish. It was a very long time, when you measure times in minutes and hours.)

Jim is this big (6'4"), bluff Germanic fellow with the most incredible aquamarine blue eyes I've ever seen. They are so brightly colored, and so blue, they are the first color you see in dim light when everything is grayed out. He sings, dances and loves the same kinds of music I do, remembers every joke anyone ever told him and can deliver them on request, does a whole repertoire of voices, reads almost as fast I do, and as avidly; will go to Barry Manilow concerts willingly, loves Star Trek more than I do (and that's saying something) and plays more games than I would ever allow myself to be interested in, and it's been a nice change.

How the heck did I meet this guy?

This is what he looked like: jtbell2@hotmail.com. That's all I knew about him. I was sitting at home one afternoon, feeling a bit sorry for myself for the first time since Cliff had passed and wondering what was going to come of me, living alone like I was. It had been almost a year since he had died, things had settled into a pretty stable routine, and I had finally caught up on my sleep and "me" time.

First time I really had come to terms with 'this is it, I'm likely to die this way and it would take days before anyone would notice I was gone. And what is it with all this stuff and this house with three bathrooms, anyway? Sheesh. One person. SHEESH.'

I shook it off, and went web surfing.

Could have been female. Could have been 19 years old. Or younger.

But the guy who I sent an email to over his website turned out to be Jim.

Cliff and I were complementaries. Nobody could beat us as a team at Trivia Pursuit because where one was soft on the subject, the other one was a master at it. We were in a study in contrasts, and the relationship was a difficult one because of it.

Jim? Complementary to a fault. As if he had been picked out for me.

And there are days I still shake my head over it. I told you about the flowers I ordered for Cliff's funeral, didn't I? The ones that never got delivered? The florist was so aghast, they sent me a food basket to compensate me and so forth.

On top? Cliff's favorite lemon cookies.

Cliff hated flowers. The little shit didn't want them. But he did send me a message.

I have a little Talent - not much of one, but I do get reminded I do have a little of it. I was always aware of my father, who died a month shy of my seventh birthday. VERY aware of him, until I was in my thirties and found out he had died by his own hand, accidentally.

Cliff, I was only aware of for a day or so after he passed. It was like the coldest champagne you could imagine, effervescent and VERY fast-moving. Only for a day or so - and when I visit his grave at the cemetery, I can get an impression of him. But I do know where's he's been, when he does check in. Shit happens.

I've had unbelievably good fortune since he passed - scary good, you really want to know. As long as I've been willing to work hard, I've gotten the rewards for it. You really can't say that's the case for everyone.

And I look at Jim, marvel yet again at the incredibly good luck that brought him to me - and I do my best to enjoy every bit of him.

Such a gift I was given. And I know someone else is pleased, too.

More on Jim -

We're getting through August, and you know what comes after that, don't you?

September. No, really.

And September 18th, just a date picked out of a hat. That's the day Cliff died.

But we're talking about Jim. Yeah, I know. But I look at Jim and see Cliff's hand in it.

Yeah, yeah, I see the look on your face allll the way over here. Stop it.

No, they never met. And when I first met Jim, that was the hardest thing to get my head around. They'd never known each other, but they both knew me better than anyone else in the world...but they'd never known each other.

That's not supposed to happen. Well, it does and I'm weirded out over it -

But let's look at Jim for a moment. silverkun knew Cliff - knew him well, as he was on that short list of people I could call at a moment's notice as an extra pair of hands, who did overnight duty at Cedars-Sinai, and many other things while Cliff slowly faded in his last days. (Which took three years to accomplish. It was a very long time, when you measure times in minutes and hours.)

Jim is this big (6'4"), bluff Germanic fellow with the most incredible aquamarine blue eyes I've ever seen. They are so brightly colored, and so blue, they are the first color you see in dim light when everything is grayed out. He sings, dances and loves the same kinds of music I do, remembers every joke anyone ever told him and can deliver them on request, does a whole repertoire of voices, reads almost as fast I do, and as avidly; will go to Barry Manilow concerts willingly, loves Star Trek more than I do (and that's saying something) and plays more games than I would ever allow myself to be interested in, and it's been a nice change.

How the heck did I meet this guy?

This is what he looked like: jtbell2@hotmail.com. That's all I knew about him. I was sitting at home one afternoon, feeling a bit sorry for myself for the first time since Cliff had passed and wondering what was going to come of me, living alone like I was. It had been almost a year since he had died, things had settled into a pretty stable routine, and I had finally caught up on my sleep and "me" time.

First time I really had come to terms with 'this is it, I'm likely to die this way and it would take days before anyone would notice I was gone. And what is it with all this stuff and this house with three bathrooms, anyway? Sheesh. One person. SHEESH.'

I shook it off, and went web surfing.

Could have been female. Could have been 19 years old. Or younger.

But the guy who I sent an email to over his website turned out to be Jim.

Cliff and I were complementaries. Nobody could beat us as a team at Trivia Pursuit because where one was soft on the subject, the other one was a master at it. We were in a study in contrasts, and the relationship was a difficult one because of it.

Jim? Complementary to a fault. As if he had been picked out for me.

And there are days I still shake my head over it. I told you about the flowers I ordered for Cliff's funeral, didn't I? The ones that never got delivered? The florist was so aghast, they sent me a food basket to compensate me and so forth.

On top? Cliff's favorite lemon cookies.

Cliff hated flowers. The little shit didn't want them. But he did send me a message.

I have a little Talent - not much of one, but I do get reminded I do have a little of it. I was always aware of my father, who died a month shy of my seventh birthday. VERY aware of him, until I was in my thirties and found out he had died by his own hand, accidentally.

Cliff, I was only aware of for a day or so after he passed. It was like the coldest champagne you could imagine, effervescent and VERY fast-moving. Only for a day or so - and when I visit his grave at the cemetery, I can get an impression of him. But I do know where's he's been, when he does check in. Shit happens.

I've had unbelievably good fortune since he passed - scary good, you really want to know. As long as I've been willing to work hard, I've gotten the rewards for it. You really can't say that's the case for everyone.

And I look at Jim, marvel yet again at the incredibly good luck that brought him to me - and I do my best to enjoy every bit of him.

Such a gift I was given. And I know someone else is pleased, too.

More on Jim -

We're getting through August, and you know what comes after that, don't you?

September. No, really.

And September 18th, just a date picked out of a hat. That's the day Cliff died.

But we're talking about Jim. Yeah, I know. But I look at Jim and see Cliff's hand in it.

Yeah, yeah, I see the look on your face allll the way over here. Stop it.

No, they never met. And when I first met Jim, that was the hardest thing to get my head around. They'd never known each other, but they both knew me better than anyone else in the world...but they'd never known each other.

That's not supposed to happen. Well, it does and I'm weirded out over it -

But let's look at Jim for a moment. silverkun knew Cliff - knew him well, as he was on that short list of people I could call at a moment's notice as an extra pair of hands, who did overnight duty at Cedars-Sinai, and many other things while Cliff slowly faded in his last days. (Which took three years to accomplish. It was a very long time, when you measure times in minutes and hours.)

Jim is this big (6'4"), bluff Germanic fellow with the most incredible aquamarine blue eyes I've ever seen. They are so brightly colored, and so blue, they are the first color you see in dim light when everything is grayed out. He sings, dances and loves the same kinds of music I do, remembers every joke anyone ever told him and can deliver them on request, does a whole repertoire of voices, reads almost as fast I do, and as avidly; will go to Barry Manilow concerts willingly, loves Star Trek more than I do (and that's saying something) and plays more games than I would ever allow myself to be interested in, and it's been a nice change.

How the heck did I meet this guy?

This is what he looked like: jtbell2@hotmail.com. That's all I knew about him. I was sitting at home one afternoon, feeling a bit sorry for myself for the first time since Cliff had passed and wondering what was going to come of me, living alone like I was. It had been almost a year since he had died, things had settled into a pretty stable routine, and I had finally caught up on my sleep and "me" time.

First time I really had come to terms with 'this is it, I'm likely to die this way and it would take days before anyone would notice I was gone. And what is it with all this stuff and this house with three bathrooms, anyway? Sheesh. One person. SHEESH.'

I shook it off, and went web surfing.

Could have been female. Could have been 19 years old. Or younger.

But the guy who I sent an email to over his website turned out to be Jim.

Cliff and I were complementaries. Nobody could beat us as a team at Trivia Pursuit because where one was soft on the subject, the other one was a master at it. We were in a study in contrasts, and the relationship was a difficult one because of it.

Jim? Complementary to a fault. As if he had been picked out for me.

And there are days I still shake my head over it. I told you about the flowers I ordered for Cliff's funeral, didn't I? The ones that never got delivered? The florist was so aghast, they sent me a food basket to compensate me and so forth.

On top? Cliff's favorite lemon cookies.

Cliff hated flowers. The little shit didn't want them. But he did send me a message.

I have a little Talent - not much of one, but I do get reminded I do have a little of it. I was always aware of my father, who died a month shy of my seventh birthday. VERY aware of him, until I was in my thirties and found out he had died by his own hand, accidentally.

Cliff, I was only aware of for a day or so after he passed. It was like the coldest champagne you could imagine, effervescent and VERY fast-moving. Only for a day or so - and when I visit his grave at the cemetery, I can get an impression of him. But I do know where's he's been, when he does check in. Shit happens.

I've had unbelievably good fortune since he passed - scary good, you really want to know. As long as I've been willing to work hard, I've gotten the rewards for it. You really can't say that's the case for everyone.

And I look at Jim, marvel yet again at the incredibly good luck that brought him to me - and I do my best to enjoy every bit of him.

Such a gift I was given. And I know someone else is pleased, too.

Politics for Friday -

The Friday Cat Blogging will commence when I get home. Guest subjects, no less!

But in the meantime -

One of the nicest things you can send by email or fax, if you're against drilling in ANWR.

Also - on the adoption subject matter? Remember that family that was on Extreme MakeOver? The kids who got taken in by a family from church and they rebuilt the house big enough for all of them?

The ending wasn't happy. Five orphaned siblings who moved into a new dream home on the hit ABC television show "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" are suing the network, the company that built the house and the couple who took them in after their parents died.

The children range in age from 15 to 22. They claim that after "Extreme Makeover" built a new nine-bedroom mansion for them to live in with Phil and Loki Leomiti, the Leomitis engaged in "an orchestrated campaign" to drive them away by insulting them and treating them poorly.

The children ultimately moved out of the Leomitis' home in Santa Fe Springs, a small city southeast of Los Angeles, and are living separately with friends, said Charles Higgins II, the eldest sibling.

They're suing the production company, which I think is the wrong thing to do, in entirety. They also need to sue the "adoptive" parents for their share of that house.

That's really bad news. But I doubt the people who tried to take the kids in knew what they were up for, or had any training. I wonder how much better the outcome might have been with some MAPP training.

And jeez. The birth parents made NO plan for their children? Heart failure isn't an overnight dealie-o. That REALLY sucks.

But wait, there's more suck to come -

Who needs to go to Gitmo? Head down to your local Wal-Mart! Shoplift! Be detained! DIE.

Watching for more news on this one. But don't ask me to be surprised anymore.

Pro-life, my ass.

Politics for Friday -

The Friday Cat Blogging will commence when I get home. Guest subjects, no less!

But in the meantime -

One of the nicest things you can send by email or fax, if you're against drilling in ANWR.

Also - on the adoption subject matter? Remember that family that was on Extreme MakeOver? The kids who got taken in by a family from church and they rebuilt the house big enough for all of them?

The ending wasn't happy. Five orphaned siblings who moved into a new dream home on the hit ABC television show "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" are suing the network, the company that built the house and the couple who took them in after their parents died.

The children range in age from 15 to 22. They claim that after "Extreme Makeover" built a new nine-bedroom mansion for them to live in with Phil and Loki Leomiti, the Leomitis engaged in "an orchestrated campaign" to drive them away by insulting them and treating them poorly.

The children ultimately moved out of the Leomitis' home in Santa Fe Springs, a small city southeast of Los Angeles, and are living separately with friends, said Charles Higgins II, the eldest sibling.

They're suing the production company, which I think is the wrong thing to do, in entirety. They also need to sue the "adoptive" parents for their share of that house.

That's really bad news. But I doubt the people who tried to take the kids in knew what they were up for, or had any training. I wonder how much better the outcome might have been with some MAPP training.

And jeez. The birth parents made NO plan for their children? Heart failure isn't an overnight dealie-o. That REALLY sucks.

But wait, there's more suck to come -

Who needs to go to Gitmo? Head down to your local Wal-Mart! Shoplift! Be detained! DIE.

Watching for more news on this one. But don't ask me to be surprised anymore.

Pro-life, my ass.

Politics for Friday -

The Friday Cat Blogging will commence when I get home. Guest subjects, no less!

But in the meantime -

One of the nicest things you can send by email or fax, if you're against drilling in ANWR.

Also - on the adoption subject matter? Remember that family that was on Extreme MakeOver? The kids who got taken in by a family from church and they rebuilt the house big enough for all of them?

The ending wasn't happy. Five orphaned siblings who moved into a new dream home on the hit ABC television show "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" are suing the network, the company that built the house and the couple who took them in after their parents died.

The children range in age from 15 to 22. They claim that after "Extreme Makeover" built a new nine-bedroom mansion for them to live in with Phil and Loki Leomiti, the Leomitis engaged in "an orchestrated campaign" to drive them away by insulting them and treating them poorly.

The children ultimately moved out of the Leomitis' home in Santa Fe Springs, a small city southeast of Los Angeles, and are living separately with friends, said Charles Higgins II, the eldest sibling.

They're suing the production company, which I think is the wrong thing to do, in entirety. They also need to sue the "adoptive" parents for their share of that house.

That's really bad news. But I doubt the people who tried to take the kids in knew what they were up for, or had any training. I wonder how much better the outcome might have been with some MAPP training.

And jeez. The birth parents made NO plan for their children? Heart failure isn't an overnight dealie-o. That REALLY sucks.

But wait, there's more suck to come -

Who needs to go to Gitmo? Head down to your local Wal-Mart! Shoplift! Be detained! DIE.

Watching for more news on this one. But don't ask me to be surprised anymore.

Pro-life, my ass.

OOOO SHINY

This is just too cool for school. Choose "hybrid map" for best effects.

OOOO SHINY

This is just too cool for school. Choose "hybrid map" for best effects.

OOOO SHINY

This is just too cool for school. Choose "hybrid map" for best effects.