And before I forget, thank you to everyone who's emailed and phoned us with their condolences and offers of help. It means a lot to both of us.
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Cat people, I need your help. Ian and I have just inherited Mr Tibbs, the kitty that was Ian's Dad's partner in crime. Ian's bringing him home on Sunday night, and we would be very appreciative of any tips on helping him adjust to the move, and on how to keep him from ripping our wallpaper, furniture and carpet to shreds; if there's something we can do besides trimming his claws and giving him a scratching post to use, we'd do it. Email me if you have any suggestions, and we'd be very grateful.
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A little bit about recent events. Also -- and I hope this doesn't seem morbid to anyone, because it's cheered me up a bit -- I was going through pictures of Ian's Dad that we had burned on CDs, and I put some of my favourite ones up here.
11 August, 2000
The bad news is that Ian's father passed away yesterday evening. The good news is that he was comfortable, oblivious and was surrounded by people who love him very, very much. I still cannot believe he's gone, that I just can't pick up the phone and talk to him about anything from hair driers and books to the origin of the universe (it was usually him who started those big conversations, of course). He'd bought a Swiffer just before he went into the hospital, because I spotted it on his kitchen counter. It's the kind of thing he could have turned into a thirty minute conversation, and without getting too mushy, I wish it was a conversation we could have right now.
Anyway, things aren't going to be wholly straightforward, as far as the after-effects of his death. Without going into too much detail, it could drag on for four to six weeks. I'll keep you posted.
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08 August, 2000
I'm out of town for an indefinite period of time, due to a family emergency. Ian's Dad had heart surgery today, and all the hospital will tell us is that it didn't go well; they won't tell us any more than that, but strongly suggested we head to the hospital ASAP. If anyone needs to get in touch, I suppose I'll be able to check my email from Ian's Dad's house, but it might be better to just phone my mobile. I don't see email being a huge priority.
Think good thoughts for my father-in-law.
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03 August, 2000
I updated, but it's all over the place.
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Someone please hook me up with a job where all I do is get all expenses paid trips to the Ritz and then write crappy, thinly-veiled-press-releases-as-actual-articles. I think I've found my life's calling.
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Hurry up and send money to Dana for her AIDS ride if you haven't already, because you're running out of time. (I'm putting this here as much to remind myself to send her a cheque -- from my super fresh new Lloyd's account -- as to remind y'all.)
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You know how much Gwen rules, right? Now you can tell the world, with Gwen t-shirts, coffee mugs, mousepads and virtual postcards. I know what I want for Christmas (besides cash and cosmetics)...
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Two things about this:
1. Awww!
2. Doesn't he look like Jude Law?
