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Mom

Mom

That’s mom, some years before I even existed, in the early to mid-’60s. The older woman is her mother, my nan, who died in 1989. It’s one of four little photobooth snaps mom carried around in her purse right to the end. I found them last night and shed tears.

I want to remember her a little bit. Paul called me this afternoon and we were on for over two hours. A bit of a life-saver, that. He was interested to see some of the older photos as he met her a couple of times and spoke to her on the phone occasionally.
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Remembering the King

I realised in the early hours this morning: yesterday was the tenth anniversary of the death of comic book legend Jack Kirby. I haven’t really read many comics in the last decade or so, but Kirby will always stand tall. Hard to believe it’s been so long.
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The House Must Go

About the house move situation (see August 18th)… the house wasn’t in very good shape, really, and a lot of things have needed to be done. We still need to get a door fitted to the back of the garage—we bought the door, now we need someone to put it on! Dad did all that stuff, and to be honest, my limit is painting walls. The old door was/is falling to bits, literally. Otherwise, I think the place is just about presentable, although I have some tidying to do on my tip of a bedroom.
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Getting a Life, Maybe

Yesterday was beyond dull, and I could not even invent anything remotely interesting to say about it. Which of course beggars the question, why am I even mentioning it?

Today has been a bit more interesting in a typically dull to anyone but myself kind of way. The guy from Telewest came to install my phone line in the flat this morning—I was given the times 8:00am-12:00pm, but quite contrary to any expected last-minute arrival, he turned up at 10:30, and was done in five minutes. All seems to be working fine, so that’s another thing sorted out.
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