Thursday, March 29, 2007
Not a day goes by when I don’t think about Jessica, but today on the 4th annversary of her death, I can think of little else. If she were still with us, she would now be 26. I keep thinking about what she would be doing now, where she would be living and working, how often we would talk. And then I come back to the realization that she is gone and that I will never get to talk with her again.  Each day it gets a bit easier to deal with, but the sense of loss will never go away.
Monday, March 26, 2007
I was rummaging through some photos tonight and happened to find this shot of yours truly that was developed in May of 1958, and judging from the smart summer attire I assume that it must have been taken right around that same time. That makes me about 3 1/2 years old in this photo. Oddly, I still remember this event distinctly, and it is probably my earliest memory.
Note, if you will, the highly symmetrical and well-polished skull – the sure sign of a true gentleman in the making.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
So there I was, diligently working away on an assignment for a class I am taking in graphic design. I was attempting to trim a piece of stock with an X-acto knife and not paying as much attention to what I was doing as I should. Having no way to differentiate paper from meat, the blade went just as it was directed and sunk into the side of my left index finger, peeling away a slice of yours truly the shape and thickness of a sliced almond, leaving it attached by a tiny hinge. And bleed – oy! Blood everywhere. I did a yeoman job of reattaching the stray piece with some super glue, and headed to the ER to see if they could do a better job. I ended up with a tetanus shot, a prescription for antibiotics which are apparently used for all hand injuries, and a more skillful taping of the escapee into place. My typing and scratching will not be up to par for a few days, but it could have been much worse.
