Hello..... Whoever-or-not -- and thanks (by the way?!) to Open Salon --
Yesterday/today's divide (i.e., the middle of the night) wasn't the coziest of experiences for me. In these, my progressively ancient, years I tend to sleep and be awake at all sorts of ?discordant? hours. Plus I, by now, live alone (even the dogs and cats having ?"pre-deceased"? me) so ?all too often? what I do during those ?"insomniac"? hours is come to the computer -- seeking some form of aliveness of people.
Before I come to Open Salon I ("of course"?) open my personal e-mail and last night that was ... um ... for sure, a "challenge". A LONG e-mail from a gifted but physically afflicted young friend of mine, full of valiantly-reported ("keep a stiff upper lip") dreadfully difficult news from her yesterday's MRI.
So I sent her a quick -- BRIEF -- e-mail.
And then the other personal e-mail: From a years-long professional friend of mine, mixing up the professionalism (I'm going to telephone you at such and such a time) with the information he'd only just then learned of the death (a week ago tomorrow) of a woman he and I had both known both personally and professionally ... and both of us had had some pretty starkly abrasive experiences with alongside the cheerier parts of the tale.
She died from metastasised lung cancer.
I had written him earlier to ask him some questions about his understandings (or lack thereof?) about the astrological "cancer" of this month and all the "bombs bursting in air" of ... well, July 4, here; July 14 in France.
That's to try to explain (?) this post's title.
Hoping to be "more better" (*) in touch with more of you in the coming days but whether that or no -- simple "thanks for being"... Where? There Here? You've all of you helped me through a long slow seige of a few ?new-beginning hours.