After a while, you sort of get used to the "new normal." So even though I knew dementia would ultimately take her, it sort of felt like the new normal was that we just had the same conversation over and over again.
She was happy and active still. The pets still flocked to her.
So this is just what normal was now and we were happy to have the time.
We went back to Garza Blanca in Cancun. It was one of those situations where we didn't want to have to make many decisions. We knew Garza Blanca and we knew we would have to do absolutely nothing all week if we wanted it.
And that's exactly what we did. We ate until full, we drank all day, we moved from the pool to the beach chair to the pool. We dodged a three hour timeshare presentation. A celebration that Dionysus would've been proud of. All in all, great time.
I'm not an economist. In fact, I hate money. I hate that it exists. Almost every terrible man-made thing in the world can be traced to someone wanting more money and or power.
I feel like I'm going crazy. I feel like I'm Peter Beale from Network.
Michael, my soccer teammate and playground friend was lost to cancer in 5th grade.
Danny, my best friend in Kindergarten and first grade committed suicide at the end of 8th grade.
And then there was Jake. My cousin, my brother, my best friend of many years. He's been gone 25 years today. I wear him proudly on my arm permanently, with his pinky up and catch phrase, "Why Be Normal?"
I saw the reminder on my calendar and thought, "My math has to be wrong. There's no way it's been more than 15 years. Hell, sometimes it feels like 15 minutes." But the math doesn't lie, I've somehow lived more than half my life without a core person in my development.
There's an atmosphere I appreciate at True/False. A sort of optimism that community isn't dead. Here we all are, in person, to watch documentaries.
Many years there seems to be a soft theme. Films take time to make, so the headlines from 2-3 years ago usually have a few films coming out trying to make sense of everything. This year, the soft theme seemed to be protest.
I saw seven films this year. In order of my least favorite (still great) to my favorite.
The real world is a cold and unforgiving place, it usually is, but is especially right now.
And then you have all the stuff (broadly gestures to the world) going on right now. The new administration has stopped Medicaid (hopefully temporarily), food prices are going up because of the bird flu, we have fires in California, snow in the swamps where alligators are turning to ice cubes, airline disasters likely caused by an understaffed air safety team, governmental chaos, where we have officials (including the president) trying to spin DEI as the culprit.
If feels like we're in the throes of the death of an empire. At the very least, the throes of some cover band mashing REM's "End of the World" and Billy's Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire" into a ham-fisted commentary likely sponsored by Pepsi.
