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Last Sunday Hurricane Ike struck Galveston Texas and w-a-a-y up north in Ohio we had 80 mile per hours winds that knocked the electric and cable lines for a loop. While I was blessed with power restored in approximately three hours the cable remained out of commision until 5:30 today. I would have paid good money to see an old fashioned McDonalds commercial by this point.

The dinosaur was on stay at home vacation all last week looking forward to many uninterrupted hours of the Long Suffering Wife being at school/work so I could have the box all to myself and play and maybe blog.

I woud never have guessed I had become so dependent on this monitor and the magic pictures it can summon out of cyberspace at the click of a misdirected keystroke. I was getting downright crankier then usual when cable finally came back.

To Pussinboots and Virgil for kindlly missing me the most. To the beloved Logos so secure in our fondness for each other that a phone call and reassuring tones of affection need never be made to placate the drama queen's neverending need to have the ego let further loose on a chain.

There were many well wishers from Litnet expressing their condolences for my loss. To be frank I believe I'm in the angry stage of grief right now having been almost frozen in emotion the first couple of weeks. I finally figured it out WHERE the deep rooted antipathy originated from. For THIS I must thank Dark Muse who recently posted a suicide blog entry that I barely acknowledged with my usual rant on THAT topic. Thnakfully for HER the power was out last week as suicide AGAIN has entered my life in its usual indirect manner. A clerk, Tina, at the News Outlet who I shamelessly use to locate out of print books revealed that her sister had taken pills last week and never woke up. Said sister had been the unfortunate witness to her father blowing HIS brains out in front of her about seven years ago. There is a husband and two young children left behind and a (right now) angry and hurt friend of mine who told me twice in the conversation that she's here for the living. Tina knows me well enough to confide MUCH in me but not well enough to be totally open to me. I mumble that God is for the living as well as the dead (whatever point I was trying to make even I wasn't sure of.) Also told her if a person is set on a course, truly set, it is hard to read the signals. Thoughts of Bakiri were coming to mind while I was talking to her.

Later that day while I was brooding (I did not tell Tina about Mom--oddly enough I STILL haven't told the church but my attendance is spotty enough of late that grounds for removal from the rolls would not be unseemly. I finally realized in all these years Mom NEVER expressed any remorse over her very almost successful attempt to end her life and say she was sorry for making summer of 1963 so memorable other then discovering The Avengers. Probably why my guttersnipes have to listen to my every word of wisdom and foolery. Sigh. They will at least know where the madness comes from.

Updates: Avengers: Own 310 with 193 to go. The Metropolitan Tabernacle Pulpit was completed on the 17th with the 3563rd sermon read aloud to Ruth to celebrate. Currently reading Able to the Uttermost (20 Lost sermons of Spurgeon which will be completed Oct 7th. After that thinking about Arthur Pink or Matthew Henry again--not sure.

Anyway hope to blog more often but we'll see.

Love to all Rich