I got an e-mail minutes before I left work on Wednesday. It was Sabrina, Leelo had passed away on Tuesday. He apparently died peacefully and of old age. She was going to have a garden funeral for him at her mom’s house. She just wanted to let me know. I called her and told her I’d be over. When I arrived Sabrina and her mom were standing over a hole that was already dug out in the back yard. Sabrina was crying and lightly petting him. I gave her the flowers I had bought. While sprinkling rose petals over Leelo’s body I told a couple of my favorite stories about him.

I get along well with cats. They really seem to like me. Leelo was no exception. When I first started staying with Sabrina, I would wake up in the middle of the night with Leelo sitting upright on my chest, his wet nose an inch or less from mine. Surprisingly, it never startled me to wake up with this, in fact I enjoyed it. I would tease Sabrina that her cat was trying to suck the breath out of me while I slept.

Sabrina kept Leelo at her mom’s last summer. There he could leave the house, chase birds around Washington Park and do other cat stuff, instead of keeping him cooped up in her apartment. Leelo would often take off on an adventure for a day at a time, he had been doing it for the last 10 years. This time, however, he had been gone for three days and the worry and bad thoughts crept in. For the next two days we scoured the neighborhood, searching alleys, talking to neighbors, and posting up signs. The next day Sabrina got a call from her mom. A neighbor had found Leelo in the ally a couple of days ago, apparently hit by a vehicle, the neighbor disposed of him in a nearby dumpster. Sabrina was devastated. She had no chance to say goodbye, no chance for closure. We all cried a little bit. Two days later, emaciated and limp, Leelo showed up on her doorstep. Pulling the perfect Tom sawyer, Leelo used the last of his nine.

I’ll miss him.
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Phone 5

1. Do you like talking on the phone? Why or why not?
I don’t mind talking on the phone. Most of my phone conversations are pretty to the point. I’d much rather talk in person, body language and non-verbal cues play a large part in conversations.

2. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?
My mom.

3. About how many telephones do you have at home?
The only phone I have is my cell phone. Ask nicely and I might give you the number.

4. Have you encountered anyone who has really bad phone manners? What happened?
Not really. I’ve hung up on people in anger and had the same done to me but that is about the extent of it.

5. Would you rather pick up the phone and call someone or write them an e-mail or a letter? Why or why not?
It depends on how quickly I need to communicate, what information I’m communicating, and how important that information is.

Not Here

I have been slammed with work over the past couple of days. But no more! Tomorrow I’m taking an 8 hour road trip here, and am staying here in order to ski here.

I’m also attending a wedding on Saturday (one of many this year) in Utah. This should make for a nice and semi-relaxing long weekend away. Utah isn’t the greatest place to hang out during the winter (the summer is much more fun, i.e. moutain biking in Moab, camping in Arches, boating at Powell), but it sure is a great place to ski. I’m just really looking forward to getting out of town. I may not post again till I get back on Monday.

They Got Along Like Gangbusters

Last night at the hockey game a little boy about four or five was sitting behind me with his older brother. During the intermission, this conversation between them took place.

LK: Hey! I just saw my frwend over there.
OB: Really? Where?
LK: Over there. His name is Noah.
OB: Yeah, that’s cool. Noah’s cool.
LK: Ummmm. But Noah is….uhhhhh. Noah’s imaginary. He’s an imaginary friend.
OB: Oh, that’s cool. Imaginary friends are cool.
LK: Yeah.
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A Form Of Preparation

It was important. But it wasn’t as difficult as she thought it would be. Not for me at least. I suppose it may have been harder for her because it was her mortality we were defining.

Last Wednesday my brother, his girlfriend, and I went over to moms for dinner. She fixed red beans and rice, my favorite meal of hers. She always fixes it for my birthday. But tonight we wouldn’t be talking about birth, but death. Mom was putting together her living will, durable power of attorney, and such. She needed to put one of our names down as the executor. Of course, both my brother and me agreed it doesn’t really matter. There is no doubt that if an event should occur, in which a decision about how to deal with any of these issues, the both of us would be involved. The person who would tell the doctor what to do was irrelevant, be it my brother or me. My name got put down not for any other reason than I volunteered.

My Mom is a simple woman. She believes in “right-to-die” or pain control or whatever the current p.c. term for minimizing suffering of both victim and survivor in the case of tragic events and during severe illness or debilitation. I’m confident my brother and me would be able to make a good decision, and more importantly, my mom is too.

It sucks thinking about this kind of stuff sometimes. And it is can actually pretty depressing if you let it be. But it’s also very necessary. And nothing we discussed actually brought me down. It was just a form of preparation – in case of the unavoidable.


I just got in from a two-hour lunch and nobody even realized I was gone. I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or not. It’s beautiful outside and was the perfect afternoon to go walk around. I can feel the slightest bit of spring fever starting to settle into my bones. But I won’t be fooled quite yet there is still a few more snow storms left in the year (if were lucky).

The reason I took such a long lunch was to go check out a showing of some of Shag’s (Josh Agle) artwork on display at Th’Ink Tank. There were about 30+ pieces on display. Every one of them sold on opening night. Shag’s work is a cartoonish rendition of the swank 1960’s swinger or mod culture. Themes include tiki heads, shriners, spies, voodoo lounge, devils, and cocktails. A couple of my favorites can be found below. Check out his website for more.
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Last 5

1. What was the last song you heard?
“Spit And Fire” by Rainer Maria.

2. What were the last two movies you saw?
The last two I watched in their entirety were “One Hour Photo” and “Insomnia”.

3. What were the last three things you purchased?
Beer, soft tacos, gasoline.

4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?
Laundry, finish cleaning the bathtub, relax, and have fun.

5. Who are the last five people you talked to?
Chris (coworker), Paul (coworker), Raylene, Steve (coworker), Louie (coworker).