Showing posts with label cancer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cancer. Show all posts

Friday, January 21, 2022

Meat Loaf Rules - 21 January 2022 - Plague Journal Day 680

Micah 6:8
Luke 14:12-13
Yes, your life matters.

Some of you are still sheltering in place, but fear not: I'm here to keep you sane and entertained.
One could hardly ask for much more than that, now could one?

RIP Meat Loaf. 


What a career, really. He had huge record sales. Played a great part as Eddie in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Apparently he was in Fight Club - I wonder why nobody talks about that role. I mean they'll talk about anything for you, but they won't talk about that.


Anyway, it's time for a meatloaf dinner tonight in tribute.

Post blog entry:
<rant>I spent way too much time trying to find a decent picture of meatloaf (the food) because every one I found had that vile ketchup glaze smeared on it, or if it was without that "condiment" it looked like it had the moisture content of one of Chuck Norris's tears (that would be none, per the joke about his tears curing cancer). Good grief, folks. It's no wonder meatloaf gets no respect if that's how you all make it. If it's good enough to eat, you don't need to cover it with sticky roasted sweetened tomatoes. If it needs that, you need to work on your recipe.</rant mode>

Keep Calm and Don't Stay Away.
I'll be back tomorrow.
The mental health issues related to our insane lockdown and the pandemic are especially hard for people with depression. NAMI, the National Alliance on Mental Illness, has a 24 hour helpline: 800-950-6264.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Praying for Sydney

and no, not the city in Australia.

We got news from England the other day - our friend Sydney has been diagnosed with cancer of the spine. He's doing well right now, all things considered. He's in hospital quite some distance from home, and from his non-driving wife, Dorothy, so that's hard on all concerned, but he's largely back to being himself, now the pain is under control. He's schmoozing the nurses, trading chocolate mints for favours and so forth.

Clearly, he and Dorothy and all their family are in our prayers (and we'd be more than happy were you to add them to your prayer list as well), but this got us to thinking about how quickly people can become the closest of friends.

We first met Sydney and Dorothy in 1994, and in the intervening years, we've spent a grand total of nearly two weeks together. It's frankly remarkable to think that even after the first visit of a couple days, we were fast friends - corresponding (fairly) regularly between our pentannual visits, and one longer (a full week!) visit off-schedule a couple years back.

Sometimes it simply doesn't take much time for a real connexion to be made. [Right, Heidi?]

Whenever and wherever you find friendships:
Treasure them.
Honour them.
Celebrate them.