Rest In Peace, Friz.

I searched SF area papers and there was, indeed, an obituary for Dyanne last spring.

JEW, Dyanne Sheryl - loving daugher to "c" louie jew and shirley jew and sister of theodore jew journeyed to yonder shore from her home march 20, 2002. she enjoyed a full life "for the moment" as an accomplished artist. a 27 yr. newport beach resident and worked at mariner's pharmacy. a giving loving person will be missed by many relatives and good friends who gathered for a private memorial on the bay, newport beach march 30, 2002.

How in the world did Frizzy die? I don't exactly know whom to contact to find out. Her father or brother..? They scarcely knew me.

I just cannot believe this.

Tried calling Frizzy's number, guessing that what was once 714 is now 949. 675-***3, right? It rang and rang. It's still an active number, at least. It hasn't been a year since the date of the notice I saw.

I'm still confused. Cassidy went for a bicycle ride at the park, I was looking for something in the garage when we got back and we were pulling out drawers in the tool chest together, and she saw a letter from Frizzy and asked what it was. It's a letter from a friend of mine.

Should I call her father's car dealership..? I am curious and concerned. Try her number again later..? And feel foolish when/if she answers..?

Went on a bicycle ride with Cassidy to the park. Dug out her bicycle, put air in the tires, cleaned it up, fit Flynn's old helmet to her head as best I could. She seemed to enjoy herself. I was waiting at the bottom of the hill when Cassidy apparently took her feet off the brakes and FLEW down the sidewalk and off the curb (Diane, who was walking behind her, was typically asleep at the wheel). So I grabbed Cassidy as she flew past me in mid-air. That could have been unpleasant. Glad I was standing right there.

Once when Flynn was small I had Kelly and Bob's old climbing structure in the house, and Flynn pitched himself off the very top of it and I caught him in mid-air by one ankle. Another time Flynn was riding his bicycle and tipped over and his head was heading straight for the cement curb and I caught his head in one hand. Nice timing again.

Dyanne Sheryl Jew. How many women could there be with those three names..? Is Frizzy dead? How did she die? This is one of the strangest things ever.

Laundry in the washing machine, dishwasher running, laundry folded and mostly put away, Cassidy's room somewhat picked up, have the vacuum out to take car of the rug in front of the couch. When in doubt, clean house.

Picked up scraps from the floor from the Little League banner (GO ROOKIE DIVISION RANGERS!). Have to get some iron-on color printer material to wrap that up with. Hopefully the banner was well-received. Those airbrushed side-of-Chevy-van banners make my skin crawl.

Hungry. Drink a Red Bull. Took some aspirin earlier. Still considering calling Frizzy. "Hi, are you dead?"

What do to today? Pick up the debris from making the Little League banner yesterday. Bleah. Not interested in that. Trying to catch up on doing laundry and putting clothes away. Attacking the kids' rooms and picking those up. This is sounding like it will take up the entire day.

Birds are singing outside. I have six gourds to make birdhouses out of. They seem to be easy to carve. So that will make a good Cub Scout project.

Lean over and pinch Cassidy on the leg and ask if she needs to go to her room. Stop bothering Flynn, then.

Gotta tune the car sooner or later. Running rough. Would rather not be stranded somewhere. At least assemble tools to work on the car where it stops running. Haven't changed the spark plugs in a year or more.

Clean up the kitchen, see if the mice want more to eat. It's already quarter to eleven, Diane was up past three working on a jigsaw puzzle, so the light kept me awake. I went to bed earlier last night. I was tired. I'm still tired. The past three or four days were way too busy and I'm frazzled from them.

Last night I typed in the name of an old friend in Google and got one hit. From an obituary indexing page.

Is Frizzy dead?! How do I find out? I tried searching other pages, newspaper pages, et cetera, but got only that one hit. Call her father's car dealership and inquire there?

Sunday

This is giving me a headache.

This past few days have been hectic enough. I'd like to do something relaxing today. This seemed simple enough.

Hasn't work yet. Keep trying. Kids are eating peanut butter toast and drinking chocolate milk on the couch. And watching television.

I keep tweaking the settings trying to figure out the missing element. This is giving me a headache. That or the cartoons in the background.

It would be nice to have Diane take the kids to her parent's house for the day one of these years.

going to the gym

This is the same kind of treadmill that I walk on @ the gym. This image is from fogdog.com. This treadmill costs $5,000 so I'm unlikely to purchase one anytime soon.

Saturday and Sunday I used the treadmill for ninety minutes. Produced copious amounts of sweat. Knee hurts today. Put some "Icy Hot" on it. Still hurts. Wrist hurts. Dug out my wrist brace.

According to the scale @ the gym my weight hasn't changed from Wednesday. Trying to eat less. Not drinking anything stronger than water.

Disappointed that so far weight is not falling off. I've lost about 10-12 pounds, but that's insignificant.

Stick with it. At least going to the gym gets me out of the house and away from my family. Better than drinking or whatever.

Haven't lifted weights in a week. Just been doing the treadmill. This morning the treadmills were busy so I rode a stationary bicycle for twenty minutes until a treadmill opened up. Hadn't used a stationary bicycle previously. Not too impressed with the bicycle.

going to the gym

This is the same kind of treadmill that I walk on @ the gym. This image is from fogdog.com. This treadmill costs $5,000 so I'm unlikely to purchase one anytime soon.

Saturday and Sunday I used the treadmill for ninety minutes. Produced copious amounts of sweat. Knee hurts today. Put some "Icy Hot" on it. Still hurts. Wrist hurts. Dug out my wrist brace.

According to the scale @ the gym my weight hasn't changed from Wednesday. Trying to eat less. Not drinking anything stronger than water.

Disappointed that so far weight is not falling off. I've lost about 10-12 pounds, but that's insignificant.

Stick with it. At least going to the gym gets me out of the house and away from my family. Better than drinking or whatever.

Haven't lifted weights in a week. Just been doing the treadmill. This morning the treadmills were busy so I rode a stationary bicycle for twenty minutes until a treadmill opened up. Hadn't used a stationary bicycle previously. Not too impressed with the bicycle.

abandonment

An e-mail I'd written but never sent to Diane:

5 a: to cease from maintaining, practicing, or using - abandon ed their
native language. b: to cease intending or attempting to perform - abandon
ed the escape

I realize you've been busy, but conversation and possibly even some kind
of physical affection would certainly be welcome [Bill and Hillary
Clinton mate more often than we do].

If you're not interested or available, let me know and we can work
things out without involving an attorney and proceed with our lives. I'd
be happy to raise the kids.

When I bitch about Rockwell's overtime and the endless eBay stuff, I am
concerned equally about lack of time with the kids and lack of time with
me. I can't believe that all married guys are living the kind of life
that I'm living. This is just not cutting it.

the mice

"We are mice." say the mice. "Everyone likes us."

"May we have some cheese?" ask the mice.


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favorite web sites of the mice:

http://www.cheese.com

http://www.nocats.com


"We do not like cats." say the mice.


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The mice enjoyed the Super Bowl, especially the cheese platter.


"Go Rams." say the mice, a different kind of cheese in each hand.

 

"Let's get a divorce"

OK. You leave, I keep the house and the kids. You send money. See ya.

000218

Hey, you know what? This is MY web site, and I'll put EXACTLY WHAT I PLEASE up on this page. And if you don't like it, maybe you can change the way you act so that you will no longer be perceived as one of Marge's sisters on The Simpsons -- but if the shoe fits, having a fit will not shoo away that perception!

YOU THINK I'M GOING TO SLEEP FOREVER??