So, do you ever notice how, at one point in time, you might like something but a few weeks / months / years later, you realize you pretty much can't stand that thing any more? Often it's not cuz that thing changed but it's just that you got tired of it. For example, here's . . .
A Few Things I Used To Like But Now I Don't!
* Elton John
* Iron Chef America
* Michael Jordan
* Big Macs
* Dutch Bros.
* Cats
* Thomas Friedman
* Lincoln Logs
* Toyota Rav4
* Rotisserie Chickens from Costco
* Fishing
* Hunting
* Microsoft Outlook
* Dan Rather
* Chess
* Dr. Pepper
* Portland Trailblazers
* Lifesavers
* The Patriot Act
* The Tonight Show
* Hal Lindsey
* Spiderman movies
* MTV VJs
* Monopoly
* Waterchestnuts
* The smell of fumes from a diesel bus
* Taco Bell
* The Green Lantern
* Skiing
* Neapolitan ice cream
* The San Francisco Giants
* Chevy Chase
* Climbing trees
* Hot dogs
* Mommy Mommy jokes
* Yo Momma jokes
* CSI
* Being a hermit
To name a few . . .
Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
InaugurObamApocalypse
Just one guy's Inauguration Day experience . . .
7:00 AM
Jake and I estimate that we've walked 20 miles over the past week. We'll add another four miles, or so, today. For an old guy like me, that's just way too much exercise! Even still, we drag ourselves out of bed, get dressed in 23 layers of clothing and insert hand warmers in several strategic locations.
8:00 AM
We head out toward the Capitol - less than a mile away. Like everything else this past week, we know this little activity will involve a bit of waiting in line. We walk straight to the Capitol where there are different staging areas for different ticket groups. We need to pass by all of them on the way to our own. We know where to go, but how to get there is a mystery. No signs to guide us. No people to point you in the right direction. To confound things further, there are plenty of vehicles blocking the streets - especially emergency vehicles and buses - even though these streets are designated for pedestrians only.
8:45 AM
We pass Vanessa Williams, who seems to be just as clueless as the rest of us. The look on her face tells me that this would not be a good time to ask her for an autograph or to consider being my former, future ex-wife. (Not that I am looking for a former, future ex-wife, by the way. I'm just sayin'.)
9:00 AM
We wind our way through streets and highways, over barriers and fences, and finally make it to the "Silver" staging area. The gates were supposed to have opened at 8:00 AM. That obviously has not happened as the street is packed with people - and vehicles, of course - and none of them are moving.
9:15 AM
We hear a police whistle and a cop yelling, "Coming through!" Everyone moves aside, only to find out that the cop was leading Samuel L. Jackson through the mass of humanity to the staging area for his ticket group. Membership has it's priveleges, I guess. The look on his face tells me that this would not be a good time to ask him for an autograph or to consider being my former, future ex-wife. (Not that I am looking for a former, future ex-wife, by the way. I'm just sayin'.)
9:30 AM
Still waiting. No one who knows why we're not moving. We're just standing.
10:00 AM
Here's a tip: If you want to piss off your kids, wander off in a crowd of a couple million people. Okay, I didn't actually wander off, I told Jake I was going to see if I could figure out what was going on. Unfortunately, it was tougher to reconnect than I expected. Even though cell service and text messaging were both pretty spotty, Jake is able to get a call through to me. And it helps that he's so dang tall. I brace myself for the lecture. He does not disappoint.
10:30 AM
Still waiting but we've moved further up towards the front. Then we realize why we've not been allowed to cross over Independence Avenue to the Silver Gate. Apparently this is the appointed hour that every horse in the Inaugural Parade has to be taken from, what I can only guess is Dick Cheney's "undisclosed location," to the staging area of the parade. 15 minutes of horses in trailers. Almost like seeing the parade in person!
10:45 AM
Finally we are allowed to cross the street. We're almost at the gate, except, there's no sign of a gate so we're stopped in our tracks once again! We can see other people on the other side of the Mall who are getting in but on our side, no such luck. When we ask security folks along the barrier when we'll be able to get in they answer with helpful responses like, "Just be patient" or "I don't know" or my favorite, "This is as close as you'll be able to get."
11:15 AM
Just minutes before the ceremony begins we, almost accidentally, find the small spot where one person at a time can show their ticket and get through to the security area and onto the mall. No signs. No people to direct you. No cops who have a clue and so they give you helpful information like, "Just be patient" or "I don't know" or my favorite, "This is as close as you'll be able to get."
11:20 AM
We stake a claim somewhat close to a Jumbotron where we can see and hear fairly well. We can see the Capitol, but even with tickets, we're still far enough away that making out the President-Elect from our vantage point is impossible.
11:21 AM
Malia and Sasha appear on screen as they enter the viewing stand. The crowd cheers, apparently mistaking them for the Olson twins.
11:22 AM
Joe and Jill Biden are introduced. Just one question: How did he get such a hot wife? (Not that I care, by the way. I'm just sayin'.)
11:23 AM
Michelle Obama is introduced. The crowd goes wild.
11:24 AM
Laura Bush is introduced. Polite applause and lots of nice comments about how great she is.
11:25 AM
Dick Cheney is wheeled out! Yes, wheeled! Apparently, he has transformed from Darth Vader into Emperor Palpatine! The real story is that he hurt his back on Monday while helping the movers. (Something about the Death Star being a lot heavier than he remembered.) Jake, the middle child who never stirs up trouble, starts singing the Imperial March Theme! (Duh, duh, duh, duh duh duh, duh duh duh!) And wouldn't you know it, the crowd joins in. Loudly. I was so proud.
11:26 AM
President Bush appears on camera! I can hear some booing but it's not too over the top. Until a guy behind mef (not Jake this time) starts singing, "Nah, nah, nah, nah! Nah, nah, nah, nah! Hey, hey! Good-bye!" And everyone joins in, just like before. Longer and louder this time. It all starts again once he is introduced.
11:27 AM
President-Elect Obama appears on camera. The crowd goes nuts. "O-Ba-ma! O-Ba-ma!" Over and over. And, as before, it all starts up again once he is introduced.
11:28 AM
As the camera pans the viewing stand, I notice Craig Robinson, brother of Michelle Obama and, more importantly, coach of the Oregon State Beavers! (Cue fight song here.) He is wearing an orange and black striped scarf! What a great way to give a shout out to your team when you ain't gonna get the opportunity to give a real shout out!
11:30 AM
Our emcee for the event, Diane Feinstein, comes to the podium. She needs some lessons in being a good host cuz she is duh-ull, baby! Makes me dream of the day Al Franken might get her job as head of the "Joint Congressional Committee on Inaugural Stuff" (or J-Kiss, for short.)
11:35 AM
Rick Warren prays. The Purpose Driven Prayer, no doubt.
11:40 AM
Aretha Franklin sings. Frankly I was disappointed she didn't sing Respect. I mean that was what we all came to hear, right? Sheesh. And, uh, what was up with that hat? As Steven Colbert said, it looks like "a bow off a Lexus." Even still that lady can sing!
11:45 AM
Some other stuff happens.
11:55 AM
Joe Biden takes the oath of office.
11:58 AM
Just when you think Obama is gonna get sworn in, Yo Yo Ma (obviously not his real name) and some other musicians play something soooo soothing I decide to take a nap.
12:02 PM
President Bush gets two extra minutes to be President. He decides to invade Pakistan. (Just kidding!)
12:03 PM
Barack Hussein Obama takes the oath of office with the help of Chief Justice John Roberts. "Help" may not be quite the right word in that it seems like the Chief Justice kinda forgot his lines. In any event, between the two of them they got through it. Mostly. My guess is that it would hold up in court, if needed. I hope . . .
12:05 PM
President Obama begins his inaugural address. He talks about the path that brought us to this moment. He talks about the challenge ahead and how difficult it will be. No flowery promises. Just a promise that he will work hard to fix what's wrong and, oh yeah, we have to work hard too. A dang good - if not great - speech and, in my humble opinion, just what we needed to hear. (Your mileage may vary.)
12:25 PM
Elizabeth Alexander, a really good poet (with what appears to be, limited rhyming skills) begins to recite a poem that she had written especially for the inauguration. Everybody leaves. In droves. Damn poetry haters.
12:30 PM
Reverend Joseph Lowery, one of the leaders of the civil rights movement and, at 87 years old, still a pretty clever guy, begins his benediction. He concludes with this:
As a reverse racist, I loved it. On the other hand, I'm certain that some of my white bretheren didn't appreciate it all that much. As Jerm pointed out to me, "It's not what MLK would have said." (I think he's probably right.)
And then it's over. We stick around to soak it all in. It was all pretty dang cool but I can't help but wonder how I will feel about it ten years from now.
Will it be: "It was cool to have attended a Presidential inauguration?"
Or will it be: "I was a witness to one of the most significant historical events of my life time?"
Or maybe, "I'm still pissed at how disorganized the whole thing was!"
And I wonder how the other 1.8 million people who were there will feel about it as well . . .
7:00 AM
Jake and I estimate that we've walked 20 miles over the past week. We'll add another four miles, or so, today. For an old guy like me, that's just way too much exercise! Even still, we drag ourselves out of bed, get dressed in 23 layers of clothing and insert hand warmers in several strategic locations.
8:00 AM
We head out toward the Capitol - less than a mile away. Like everything else this past week, we know this little activity will involve a bit of waiting in line. We walk straight to the Capitol where there are different staging areas for different ticket groups. We need to pass by all of them on the way to our own. We know where to go, but how to get there is a mystery. No signs to guide us. No people to point you in the right direction. To confound things further, there are plenty of vehicles blocking the streets - especially emergency vehicles and buses - even though these streets are designated for pedestrians only.
8:45 AM
We pass Vanessa Williams, who seems to be just as clueless as the rest of us. The look on her face tells me that this would not be a good time to ask her for an autograph or to consider being my former, future ex-wife. (Not that I am looking for a former, future ex-wife, by the way. I'm just sayin'.)
9:00 AM
We wind our way through streets and highways, over barriers and fences, and finally make it to the "Silver" staging area. The gates were supposed to have opened at 8:00 AM. That obviously has not happened as the street is packed with people - and vehicles, of course - and none of them are moving.
9:15 AM
We hear a police whistle and a cop yelling, "Coming through!" Everyone moves aside, only to find out that the cop was leading Samuel L. Jackson through the mass of humanity to the staging area for his ticket group. Membership has it's priveleges, I guess. The look on his face tells me that this would not be a good time to ask him for an autograph or to consider being my former, future ex-wife. (Not that I am looking for a former, future ex-wife, by the way. I'm just sayin'.)
9:30 AM
Still waiting. No one who knows why we're not moving. We're just standing.
10:00 AM
Here's a tip: If you want to piss off your kids, wander off in a crowd of a couple million people. Okay, I didn't actually wander off, I told Jake I was going to see if I could figure out what was going on. Unfortunately, it was tougher to reconnect than I expected. Even though cell service and text messaging were both pretty spotty, Jake is able to get a call through to me. And it helps that he's so dang tall. I brace myself for the lecture. He does not disappoint.
10:30 AM
Still waiting but we've moved further up towards the front. Then we realize why we've not been allowed to cross over Independence Avenue to the Silver Gate. Apparently this is the appointed hour that every horse in the Inaugural Parade has to be taken from, what I can only guess is Dick Cheney's "undisclosed location," to the staging area of the parade. 15 minutes of horses in trailers. Almost like seeing the parade in person!
10:45 AM
Finally we are allowed to cross the street. We're almost at the gate, except, there's no sign of a gate so we're stopped in our tracks once again! We can see other people on the other side of the Mall who are getting in but on our side, no such luck. When we ask security folks along the barrier when we'll be able to get in they answer with helpful responses like, "Just be patient" or "I don't know" or my favorite, "This is as close as you'll be able to get."
11:15 AM
Just minutes before the ceremony begins we, almost accidentally, find the small spot where one person at a time can show their ticket and get through to the security area and onto the mall. No signs. No people to direct you. No cops who have a clue and so they give you helpful information like, "Just be patient" or "I don't know" or my favorite, "This is as close as you'll be able to get."
11:20 AM
We stake a claim somewhat close to a Jumbotron where we can see and hear fairly well. We can see the Capitol, but even with tickets, we're still far enough away that making out the President-Elect from our vantage point is impossible.
11:21 AM
Malia and Sasha appear on screen as they enter the viewing stand. The crowd cheers, apparently mistaking them for the Olson twins.
11:22 AM
Joe and Jill Biden are introduced. Just one question: How did he get such a hot wife? (Not that I care, by the way. I'm just sayin'.)
11:23 AM
Michelle Obama is introduced. The crowd goes wild.
11:24 AM
Laura Bush is introduced. Polite applause and lots of nice comments about how great she is.
11:25 AM
Dick Cheney is wheeled out! Yes, wheeled! Apparently, he has transformed from Darth Vader into Emperor Palpatine! The real story is that he hurt his back on Monday while helping the movers. (Something about the Death Star being a lot heavier than he remembered.) Jake, the middle child who never stirs up trouble, starts singing the Imperial March Theme! (Duh, duh, duh, duh duh duh, duh duh duh!) And wouldn't you know it, the crowd joins in. Loudly. I was so proud.
11:26 AM
President Bush appears on camera! I can hear some booing but it's not too over the top. Until a guy behind mef (not Jake this time) starts singing, "Nah, nah, nah, nah! Nah, nah, nah, nah! Hey, hey! Good-bye!" And everyone joins in, just like before. Longer and louder this time. It all starts again once he is introduced.
11:27 AM
President-Elect Obama appears on camera. The crowd goes nuts. "O-Ba-ma! O-Ba-ma!" Over and over. And, as before, it all starts up again once he is introduced.
11:28 AM
As the camera pans the viewing stand, I notice Craig Robinson, brother of Michelle Obama and, more importantly, coach of the Oregon State Beavers! (Cue fight song here.) He is wearing an orange and black striped scarf! What a great way to give a shout out to your team when you ain't gonna get the opportunity to give a real shout out!
11:30 AM
Our emcee for the event, Diane Feinstein, comes to the podium. She needs some lessons in being a good host cuz she is duh-ull, baby! Makes me dream of the day Al Franken might get her job as head of the "Joint Congressional Committee on Inaugural Stuff" (or J-Kiss, for short.)
11:35 AM
Rick Warren prays. The Purpose Driven Prayer, no doubt.
11:40 AM
Aretha Franklin sings. Frankly I was disappointed she didn't sing Respect. I mean that was what we all came to hear, right? Sheesh. And, uh, what was up with that hat? As Steven Colbert said, it looks like "a bow off a Lexus." Even still that lady can sing!
11:45 AM
Some other stuff happens.
11:55 AM
Joe Biden takes the oath of office.
11:58 AM
Just when you think Obama is gonna get sworn in, Yo Yo Ma (obviously not his real name) and some other musicians play something soooo soothing I decide to take a nap.
12:02 PM
President Bush gets two extra minutes to be President. He decides to invade Pakistan. (Just kidding!)
12:03 PM
Barack Hussein Obama takes the oath of office with the help of Chief Justice John Roberts. "Help" may not be quite the right word in that it seems like the Chief Justice kinda forgot his lines. In any event, between the two of them they got through it. Mostly. My guess is that it would hold up in court, if needed. I hope . . .
12:05 PM
President Obama begins his inaugural address. He talks about the path that brought us to this moment. He talks about the challenge ahead and how difficult it will be. No flowery promises. Just a promise that he will work hard to fix what's wrong and, oh yeah, we have to work hard too. A dang good - if not great - speech and, in my humble opinion, just what we needed to hear. (Your mileage may vary.)
12:25 PM
Elizabeth Alexander, a really good poet (with what appears to be, limited rhyming skills) begins to recite a poem that she had written especially for the inauguration. Everybody leaves. In droves. Damn poetry haters.
12:30 PM
Reverend Joseph Lowery, one of the leaders of the civil rights movement and, at 87 years old, still a pretty clever guy, begins his benediction. He concludes with this:
Lord, in the memory of all the saints who from their labors rest, and in the joy of a new beginning, we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get back, when brown can stick around -- (laughter) -- when yellow will be mellow -- (laughter) -- when the red man can get ahead, man -- (laughter) -- and when white will embrace what is right.
Let all those who do justice and love mercy say amen.
AUDIENCE: Amen!
REV. LOWERY: Say amen --
AUDIENCE: Amen!
REV. LOWERY: -- and amen.
AUDIENCE: Amen!
As a reverse racist, I loved it. On the other hand, I'm certain that some of my white bretheren didn't appreciate it all that much. As Jerm pointed out to me, "It's not what MLK would have said." (I think he's probably right.)
And then it's over. We stick around to soak it all in. It was all pretty dang cool but I can't help but wonder how I will feel about it ten years from now.
Will it be: "It was cool to have attended a Presidential inauguration?"
Or will it be: "I was a witness to one of the most significant historical events of my life time?"
Or maybe, "I'm still pissed at how disorganized the whole thing was!"
And I wonder how the other 1.8 million people who were there will feel about it as well . . .
Former President Bush . . .
grounds and fly over us immediately after the Inauguration ceremony.
The Huddled Masses Yearning to Breathe Free
30 minutes to go!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Nero's Got Nuthin' On Us!
called Commonwealth. Not all that spectacular, except fir the fire
alarm that's been going off for a half hour and the crowd outside
pointing at an upper floor of the building and saying things like, "Oh
my gosh, it's a fire!" and the fire trucks if course. Meanwhile we sit
calmy with the other patrons eating our meal.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
3.6 Miles
the Inaugural Concert we walked past the Capitol (about 2/3rds of the
way back) and then stopped at pub called Tunnicliff's that we both like.
The concert was good but not great. The performers were great, and the
backdrop of the Lincoln Memorial was sweet but there were two major
issues:
1. THE SETUP. Although this was supposed to be open to everyone, they
set it up so that only the celebrities and rich donors could actually
see the stage. The rest of us were relegated to watching on the
jumbotrons or squinting through branches.
2. THE SOUND! The sound could and should have been GREAT! It was
way too quiet and muffled to boot. I suspect the volume was set for
the rich folks sitting up front. Had they played their cards right the
response from the crowd would have created at atmosphere no one would
ever forget. It was too low to hear what was being said and to quiet
to sing along. The organizers blew it!
That said Garth Brooks and U2 were the highlights. From my
perspective, at least.
Our Seats . . . So Far . . .
Memorial. Three hours before the show starts.
Friday, January 16, 2009
I Gotta Win The Stocking Cap!
Middle School Inaugural Ball.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
If You Could Please Turn Up The Heat
This picture is from a day or two ago but shows the Capitol being readied for the inauguration. I thought it was a cool picture in it's own right but really just wanted to show it cuz our seats will be right there, kinda in the middle, directly in front of the podium, where all those people are milling about. Or within a mile or so, anyway . . .
In the Belly of the Beast
Yep. That's me in the lavatory of Southwest Airlines Flight 432 to Baltimore. So far everything is right on schedule and we should arriveright on time 5:30 PM. Then the trick is to grab my luggage and catch the train to Union station in D.C.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Epic!
Let me just warn you - this is gonna be kinda weird . . .
In early December I met someone online. We hit it off and emailed, text messaged and talked for hours on the phone every day. I went to visit them in California the week after Christmas. We had a great time together and now we're talking about crazy stuff like love and (holy crap!) marriage.
His name is Carlos and . . .
Okay, maybe not.
Her name is Kyra. She's originally from Russia and just moved to the United States as part of a mail-order bride service.
Okay, maybe not.
Her name is Carla. She and I worked together at U.S. Bank in Salem 30 years ago. We were friends and spent time outside of work together with our spouses (Nancy and David).
Even though this will make me look like some kind of creepy stalker, I found her on Facebook. Actually I found someone who had the same name and who looked like her on Facebook, but I wasn't sure if it was her or not. I worked up my courage and sent her a message on Thursday, December 4th. It said, "Did you ever live in Salem, OR? I worked at U.S. Bank with a Carla Parker and she looked quite a bit like you." (Pretty smooth, huh? Kinda like asking someone in a bar if they come there very often.)
The next morning, December 5th, just as I was heading into work (around Noon or so, as usual) I got an email from her that said, "PETER!!!!!!! Oh my gosh! I can't believe you found me! Where are you? How the heck are you? Tell me about what is going on in your life. Last time I heard about you, you were a branch manager! I never would have seen that coming . . ." (Although Carla says she always thought I would become a teacher, my real guess is that even people who knew me early in my career could see my lack of potential!)
Over the next couple of days we emailed back and forth. Then on Sunday, December 7th, we talked on the phone for the first time. The next day I lost my mind and asked her to marry me. Okay, it wasn't like that but it was weird how quickly we had a connection with each other. We talked for hours every day. And emailed and text messaged as well. It was nuts!
Within the first week we had a DTR. If you've never heard of a DTR before, my kids say it stands for "Determine the Relationship." Things had progressed fast enough that we needed to sort things out to get our bearings. By the end of the second week Carla and I had made plans for me to visit her in Fremont, California, after Christmas.
As Christmas drew closer I knew I needed to tell my kids about Carla. On Christmas Eve, Elizabeth, Jake and Jeremy, plus Elizabeth's husband, Jeremiah, and Jeremy's girlfriend, Cassie, were all together at my place. As I started in on the story, I also hit "Call" on my cell phone so Carla could listen in on the conversation. (Because I am mildly retarded, this seemed like a good idea. I might have been wrong.) They were surprised but, for the most part, supportive.
On December 30th I headed south to visit Carla. We had a great week together. Lot's of time to get to know her daughter, her parents and other family and friends. Lots of time to do some fun things in Santa Cruz and San Francisco. And lots of time to hang out and talk and stuff. (And by "stuff" I mean, "None of your beeswax.")
By the time I came home (this past Monday) I knew I was in big trouble. After a few years of being a hermit whose only contact with anyone outside of work was with my kids or Rudy, all of a sudden there is someone whom I think I could not just live with, but may not be able to live without.
Or maybe my medication is off . . .
In early December I met someone online. We hit it off and emailed, text messaged and talked for hours on the phone every day. I went to visit them in California the week after Christmas. We had a great time together and now we're talking about crazy stuff like love and (holy crap!) marriage.
His name is Carlos and . . .
Okay, maybe not.
Her name is Kyra. She's originally from Russia and just moved to the United States as part of a mail-order bride service.
Okay, maybe not.
Her name is Carla. She and I worked together at U.S. Bank in Salem 30 years ago. We were friends and spent time outside of work together with our spouses (Nancy and David).
Even though this will make me look like some kind of creepy stalker, I found her on Facebook. Actually I found someone who had the same name and who looked like her on Facebook, but I wasn't sure if it was her or not. I worked up my courage and sent her a message on Thursday, December 4th. It said, "Did you ever live in Salem, OR? I worked at U.S. Bank with a Carla Parker and she looked quite a bit like you." (Pretty smooth, huh? Kinda like asking someone in a bar if they come there very often.)
The next morning, December 5th, just as I was heading into work (around Noon or so, as usual) I got an email from her that said, "PETER!!!!!!! Oh my gosh! I can't believe you found me! Where are you? How the heck are you? Tell me about what is going on in your life. Last time I heard about you, you were a branch manager! I never would have seen that coming . . ." (Although Carla says she always thought I would become a teacher, my real guess is that even people who knew me early in my career could see my lack of potential!)
Over the next couple of days we emailed back and forth. Then on Sunday, December 7th, we talked on the phone for the first time. The next day I lost my mind and asked her to marry me. Okay, it wasn't like that but it was weird how quickly we had a connection with each other. We talked for hours every day. And emailed and text messaged as well. It was nuts!
Within the first week we had a DTR. If you've never heard of a DTR before, my kids say it stands for "Determine the Relationship." Things had progressed fast enough that we needed to sort things out to get our bearings. By the end of the second week Carla and I had made plans for me to visit her in Fremont, California, after Christmas.
As Christmas drew closer I knew I needed to tell my kids about Carla. On Christmas Eve, Elizabeth, Jake and Jeremy, plus Elizabeth's husband, Jeremiah, and Jeremy's girlfriend, Cassie, were all together at my place. As I started in on the story, I also hit "Call" on my cell phone so Carla could listen in on the conversation. (Because I am mildly retarded, this seemed like a good idea. I might have been wrong.) They were surprised but, for the most part, supportive.
On December 30th I headed south to visit Carla. We had a great week together. Lot's of time to get to know her daughter, her parents and other family and friends. Lots of time to do some fun things in Santa Cruz and San Francisco. And lots of time to hang out and talk and stuff. (And by "stuff" I mean, "None of your beeswax.")
By the time I came home (this past Monday) I knew I was in big trouble. After a few years of being a hermit whose only contact with anyone outside of work was with my kids or Rudy, all of a sudden there is someone whom I think I could not just live with, but may not be able to live without.
Or maybe my medication is off . . .
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