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When I was 14, I first saw the movie Raiders of the Lost Ark, and it left the biggest impact on my life.

I’d find myself watching it whenever it came on TV, and sometimes I’d switch to my own copy on tape or disc if the commercials started to annoy me.

It was one of the films that my Dad would stop to watch as well.

Other films in that category are The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly (or at least the final confrontation scene) and High Noon.

I noticed that Dad seemed to have the same admiration for High Noon that I had for Raiders.

After Dad passed away, I figured out that High Noon had come out when *HE* was 14.

So I’m left wondering if this movie had the same impact on him at that age, as Raiders did on me.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, man.

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Dear House

I wanted to say thank you for sheltering me and the rest of my siblings and my parents for almost 60 years.

There are times I know that I took you for granted, and other times that I was glad you were there for me to come home to.

I’m sorry that we failed to keep up with your issues, but I’ve found that many houses that are as old are also not in the best shape either.  Just know that we tried our best.

You’ll not be forgotten, as many friends and family have expressed how they have good memories of you.  I’m not going to list any because that would take forever, and I don’t want to start crying as I make a list.

I’ve said recently that you stopped feeling like my home some time ago.  This is not through any fault of yours, it’s just a feeling that I’ve had as I’ve gotten older.

I don’t know how I’ll feel as I move on into apartment life, I just know that I’ll probably never live in San Francisco ever again.

You were my first home.  I’ll never forget that.  You’ll probably be my first and only house that I’ve lived in and I sure as hell won’t forget that either.

Maybe your next owner will take much better care of you.  but I doubt they’ll have the same kind of memories that I have of you.

Maybe it’ll be good for you to get renovated, so you can go on to shelter others as you did my family.

Whatever the future brings, I’ll always have my memories of you.

Again, thanks.

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Happy Birthday, Mom.

Miss you and love you. ♥

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Crap Shoot

It really is.

You never know how you’ll react when a memory strikes you.

This is especially true on the anniversary of certain events.

I woke up knowing what today is, and felt oddly calm.

It wasn’t until I got up and walked past the spot where I found him 4 years ago that the feelings, emotions, anxiety returned.

And that’s all I’m going to say about this today.

Miss you, Dad.

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I got chills….

… and luckily no more than that.

I was laid up in bed most of Friday, from an onset of chills in the early morning, to spending most of the rest of my day knocked out.

This is the most I’ve slept in one day in a long time.

I managed to get up to shower and eat some Belvita breakfast biscuits and tea, but after that, I just collapsed onto my bed.

I got up again around 2pm and at a couple of dinner rolls for late lunch, and that’s when the chills really started to get me.

Concerned that I was, I took a home COVID test that came up negative.

I texted my sister to let her know what was going on, and she called and came home with some won ton soup.

Around 6pm I got up and had a small bowl of soup, took some cold/flu medicine, and proceeded to fall unconscious for the next 10 hours or so, occasionally waking up to see what time it was, but drifting off immediately after that.

Around 5:30 am I got up, still a little dizzy, but no chills.  I took a shower which seemed to clear my head a bit more, and then I finished off one of the take out containers of won ton soup and a glass of ginger ale.

I feel fine now, but still a bit meh.  Hopefully it was just a 24 hour bug.

Ah, the healing powers of won ton soup and ginger ale.  And cold medicine.

Thanks, Jen.

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The weird thing is that I think about my parents daily, yet today’s anniversary just snuck up on me.

Probably because I can’t believe it’s already freaking September.

17 years since she left us.

Miss you, Mom. I love you.