Jobsie-poo Rides Again

OK, had quite a scare earlier this week when my *favorite* smack blog went belly up =( The Secret Diary of Steve Jobs simply disappeared one day. Though I must say I rejoiced when it popped up at a new url, and even better, many of the historic posts have now been reappearing.

So, go give a gander at what I think is some of the funniest shit out there: http://fakesteve.blogspot.com/

A Sort of Closure

So the big news is my folks and brother head back to CA this week; a couple days more that 2 months since my dad's accident. It was strange saying good bye to them today. Strange in that there wasn't the feeling of not enough time, of an acute sense of the impending physical distance.

This summer has been crazy bittersweet; so much time with them though under such painful circumstances...

Over the weekend we went and visited the fire station; I had seen some of the crew in town last week and asked when the shift that responded would next be on. There's an interesting connection that happens between people when someone is rescued. I've been on the rescuer side of things many times, and to have that be the initial contact for a relationship is kinda weird. Not strangly I'm not in contact with any of the people I've medically responded to.

Being at the fire station was very interesting indeed as we all navigated the deep emotional waters of the relationship without ever naming them. Never the less, there was a distinct sense of closure there as we all stood among the engines, Raelin going a mile a minute.

So now my daily life more or less returns as my folks' lives continue to be in shambles as they climb the long hill of recovery. Hard to know how much better some of the symptoms will get, hard to know a lot of things...

So now I sit here near the middle of the night, again, trying to roll my own personal stone up the endless hill of work stuff, trying to get back on top of the game. It's a blessing that I never seem to get there, though with trips to the hospital now done and family visits a thing of the past for some time, I've got a chance...

So here's to family and friends, to those that pull us through, to those that we love without condition despite the differences and rifts of belief and personality. As Raelin told me tonight as I laid with her while she fell asleep. She had just rolled over to me and given me a kiss and was hugging me "I love you, Daddy" "I love you, too, sweetheart. You're the best." "You're the best, too, Daddy. We're both the best."