Death comes to all of us and yet.
They told me to expect the unexpected but here I am.
Death comes to all of us and yet.
They told me to expect the unexpected but here I am.
For some reason, while correcting a typo, it occurs to me that a woman of many virtues may not be a woman of virtue and this suddenly brings back a memory from high school, where I had a friend who read old writing about knights and dragons and so forth. She was convinced that the writing had code words, and in particular, maid and maiden were not interchangeable. After a maiden got deflowered, she was a maid, per my friend. So, in our high school conversations about losing our virginity – which were incessant, for a while – we used the coded shorthand, losing our “-en”.
For my birthday, a friend gave me a book about the Replacements (my all-time favorite band). With the book came a card that read
Happy birthday. Also, rock on!
Now, this has a certain poignancy, because she and I are both getting pretty frigging old by this point. But I mention it here simply because I so love the way she put it. Also, rock on!
P.S. The book is The Replacements, All over But the shouting: an oral history by Jim Walsh.
This might describe me. I hope no one thinks it’s the whole story.
She lived at the corner of Skepticism and Rebellion.
For the last word in petty revenge,
Not even the dog will miss him.
it is probably not possible to have a serious conversation involving the word clam.
On my optimistic days, the epitaph I favor is
The adventure continues…
I can see having this on my headstone. (Except that I won’t have a headstone.)
Wait! I’m not done yet!
I am a casual collector of potential epitaphs. My current favorite happened by me during an email exchange at work:
Not without a few errors, but provocative nonetheless.
The original comment referred to a scientific paper. Way too good to waste there!