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February 2018

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My dad's in the hospital. It's that time of year.

My dad wound up in the emergency room yesterday; he started having chest pains in the morning. He's getting a heart catheterisation done today. I'd appreciate your prayers.

I guess it's that time of year.

Thanksgiving and Exmas --- how I hate them! Bad memories flock to these occasions like crows to a ploughed-under cornfield. To me, a "holiday" is a day you can relax and do what you like. Thanksgiving and Exmas are the exact opposite.

It wouldn't be the "holidays" without somebody gets sick. I think it's the rituals themselves that do it. The unwanted travel, the unwanted guests, the disrupted routine, and the obnoxious potlatch all raise blood pressure and spread germs. It's not surprising that holiday memories are of forced socializing punctuated by funerals. You are nevertheless expected to brave the crowds and put on a jolly face.

The sentimental imagery of family togetherness is just nasty. It just underlines the certainty that you will always be outside looking in. And it's the damned feeling of impotence in the face of it all --- that there is nothing you can do to prevent its yearly reenactment, no matter how much despair it brings --- that is most galling about them.

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my prayers you have. your poor dad. hope he feels better soon.