the bends, the twists, the turns

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This week I've been nursing a messed-up knee. Twisted it somehow. Hurts when it bends, and knees like to bend. I'm making a point of bending it. Stiffening up could present its own problems, even if the pegleg walk is less painful. I think I can say it's coming along.

The knee and I drove past the opening night of the A2 Summer Fest this evening, but we didn't stop to wander through. We decided we'd come home instead. We were gonna have to park pretty far away, and we'd left our sunglasses at the office anyway.

This week I've also been saying magic words over a kitchen sink clog which has, at this point, made it pretty clear I'll be going to liquidplumber.com to get the refund they promise when the chemicals don't work. And I'll be following instructions I've just been reading about online to open up & clean out the bend in the sink's drain pipes. The "trap," homeowners apparently call it. It's going to be messy and require precautions; the prospect has me wishing I hadn't poured the chemicals in there. Then after that, as one website says, "if the steps above do not work, you'll need to snake the drain, which is gross, but thoroughly entertaining."

It was considered entertaining to watch the aftermath of, was snaking, by some lesbians regarding this one actress supposedly having just done it in a bathtub, in the movie Bound. I am a bad lesbian. I can't remember her name. Plus I didn't want to get in the tub with her & the grossness.

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kercov's dad died yesterday, after a period of illness, as they say when reporting things like this in newspapers. She was down there with him.

I have to remind myself sometimes that I'm not actually acquainted with other members of her family. She conveys a lot with her stories. Not just in the what, but the how she tells.

It's sad, his coming to the end of life. A fundamental loss, no matter your familial configuration, state of relations, situation. For them and, of course, for him. Maybe in the next few days she'll be hearing new stories about the man, such as people come up and tell you about your newly dead loved one, or stand up and tell everyone. But all the ideas in the world about the end of suffering, and part of nature, they're no comfort, regardless of how many times someone suggests they are, or could be, or wishes they were, or asserts them at you, and regardless of the fact that they're entirely true.

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A plumber had to come yesterday and snake the drain of our bathroom sink. The kitchen in the apartment above is above our bathroom and junk from their sink came up our drain. This time lettuce and a few chunks. It happened before in August when M was here alone. That time what looked like chicken noodle soup and that time it overflowed the sink onto the floor.

Another service call today for another issue...meh. Old apartment. I was hoping to make it to December without any issues and hiding cats.

So true about death. And also about feeling you know someone through someone else. I've found with the later, if I do meet them, my perception through my friends eyes is always a bit different than reality. Usually in a good why because it seems people often tell their bad stories. But, it sounds like kercov told good stories. A good thing.