It’s true. I’ve officially lost my mind. I am going to my 20-year high school reunion this weekend. Please scrape your chin up off the floor for a moment and let me ‘splain. No, that would take too long; let me sum up. I am curious. I also want to put to rest some of the ghosts of mine who are still happily in residence in the town of El Centro, where I spent several years of my not-so-happy youth. Sooooooo there you have it: class reunions as therapy. I will report in a few days and let you know how this experiment worked. Wish me luck! I will need it, as I’m starting to feel rather stressed and incredulous about the whole thing. I’m goin’ in!
And now for some much-needed sleep. I only gave two tours at the brewery today since I’m still not feeling up to par as far as my lungs and general health are concerned...but then I stayed afterwards for our diabetes fundraiser and just general shmoozing for a solid five hours after my shift ended. Hey, that beer I had was strictly for fundraising purposes. Never mind that oaked Imperial Russian Stout in a cask is one of the finest beers I have ever tasted, hands down... oh my.
Thinking about my tired and beleaguered lungs reminded me to remind all of you fine folk that I am indeed putting on my sorta annual fundraiser walk for PCD this year. And it’s happening in less than two weeks! If I haven’t asked you personally yet, please consider giving a small donation to our cause. Or a big one! In all seriousness, the PCD Foundation really needs a substantial financial boost, and you can help. Yep. For more information on the PCDF or PCD in general, please go to our website here. You can donate online by clicking on the link on the left that says “donate now.” If you do, please kindly put “SD walk” in the comments box so we know how to credit it. We are a totally non-profit organization, and it’s 100% tax-deductible. Thanks so much, friends. I really mean that.
And for those of you not in the know, both my brother and I have PCD. It is the reason that the fires have messed with our health so much these past weeks, and the reason that I end up in hospitals every once in a while.
Reading the first paragraph of this blog entry is like watching that part of 'The Birds' where Tippi Hedron goes upstairs for no apparent reason (except that Hitchcock needed her to, 'cause it looked cool). All you can do is scream, "No, no, no, no, no!" and try not to look as the inevitable happens.
ReplyDeleteThen again, Tippi survived so I guess you can too. Have, uh, fun.
uh, thanks for the, uh, support, Irish! Actually, it means a lot to me because I know that you know exactly what I'm feeling...being a survivor of EC yourself! Ooh sorry, was I not supposed to tell??
ReplyDeleteFor those of you not acquainted with my good friend I, she escaped far far away...she lives in Turkey these days. It happens. People who weren't born in El Centro tend not to stay there. Instead, they flee to other continents in a deliberate effort to distance themselves. I may be exaggerating for dramatic effect. But then again, I may not be...