Bein' Neighborly

Yesterday, there was a knocking on our front door. Bratworse looks at me and says, "That doesn't sound like the Manager's knock, wonder who it is." She looked a bit hesitant to answer the door because we have one rather rude neighbor who allowed her offspring to, well... it wasn't neighborly, let's just say.

So I got up and as I walked to the door, I queried, "Who is it?"

A muffled voice came thrrough the door. "It's your neighbor who parks right across from you!"

"Oh!"

I opened the door to see my silver-haired wonderful neighbor who chats with us all the time. "Hi!" he said, with his arms full of lightbulbs. "I'm getting rid of these and thought you guys might be able to use them." I saw that they were the special type of bulbs that go into our bathroom light fixtures.

"Yes!" I said, beaming at him. "I always forget to buy those and so we have tons of them that have blown." He smiled knowingly and said "I just changed over to flourescents and thought that might be the case with you two." He then waved and went on his way.

Damn I have some really great neighbors. Have I said how much I love living in Oakland?

Is Your Job a Horcrux?

Last night I was reading one chapter out of the latest Harry Potter book to Bratworse (she had been reading the others to me but last night she was tired). In that chapter, there were long descriptions about how the Horcrux around Harry's neck made him tired, felt heavy and just made the wearer a grumpy asshole.

Well, I've been applying to other jobs lately and this morning, I woke up with a song in my heart and a feeling of anticipation towards the future.

I had NO idea my current job felt just like a Horcrux.

Part of me is still hoping to just maintain the momentum but the other part that is singing today, wants to bolt out the door.

We shall see what the future brings.

Changes...

Well, Bratworse's cyst turned out to be a tumor and while the prognosis is good, there's always a feeling of Damocle's sword when the big C is being bandied about.

The tumor hadn't mestatacized into an actual cancer, but it seems likely if we hadn't taken it out. I told Bratworse that our being together was meant to be. If she hadn't been with a hypochondriac, she probably would still have the tumor inside her.

In all actuality, I probably have a higher chance of getting cancer than her since I was a smoker for almost 30 years. But that's neither here nor there.

This helps focuses us a bit. We don't ever want to waste time being miserable or unhappy. I look at people around us, like some of our neighbors and just wonder how they manage to go on with their own misery hanging about them like a cloud.

There may be other changes in store as well. The wedding may be moved up now to next year instead of 2009.

By the way, our friend the Panamaniac told us that catching this tumor at this stage was like a blind outfielder catching a fly ball. :)

Out of the Woods

I haven't been posting much because the main thing on my mind, Bratworse didn't want it to be discussed anywhere until after the fact. And now, it's after the fact.

Bratworse had surgery on Thursday to remove a cyst, an ovary and a fallopian tube. The surgery went well. However, she has some resultant pneumacitis. Since then though, every day she's gotten better. *Whew!*

She's well enough to enjoy some of the Wii games we have, so I'm not too worried anymore.