my 2,000th week

I'd mentioned that my 14,000th day happened last week. Doing a bit of math, you also see that it was my 2,000th week. Because of some discrepancy about the day (Eye on the Clock said it was Sunday the 11th, the k-days page said it was Monday the 12th), and because circumstances kept either of those days from being the remarkable ones I'd planned, I decided to celebrate all week long. Plus, I'm just that way.

Some things I did:

tended the sick

Catherine had been feeling more and more terrible, in spite of her new meds, the whole week before. So I just hung around and took care of her, and felt awful that she felt awful.

catscanned

It was a reminder of where I've been and how far I've come.

got rid of the needles

For some reason, I'd never thrown away all the needles I used during the cancer episode. It's illegal to throw them in the regular garbage: you have to take them to a hospital so they can be disposed of. And all the times I'd been to hospitals over the last — can it be? — two and a half years, I'd never remembered or bothered to do it. But, this week, I passed by the ever-present box, and thought, "No more."

benefitted

The Protagonists played at a fundraiser for hurricane victims.

opening-ribboned

The next day, I played with Mike Brannon's band, Synergy, at the extremely hot opening of a new outside (in Texas) mall. Cool mall, bad idea.

reunited

It just so happens that my 2,000th week came to an end with my high school's twenty-year reunion. There were more of the right people there than I'd figured on. It seemed perfectly natural to sit and eat with all the people in our lunch crowd from the early Eighties. And it seemed natural that no one had changed much at all. Catherine enjoyed meeting all these people she'd heard about in bits and pieces, and I basked in the repeated Aha of renewed friendships.