Notes on Life

In fact, that was the original name of this diary: Notes on Life.

That is the name of my yearly daily life chapters here.

"Sometimes a great notion" fits better though.

A stack of Christmas cards was in the mail yesterday: thank you, everyone, and please don’t look for any cards from the Cat; I did not mail any.

Even those few dollars were/are precious.

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As it has been since yesterday afternoon, the area is blanketed in fog.

Would you like a little tritium to go with that whiteness? 3 reactors at Fukushima have melted down and no one really knows where or how deep those 9000 degree masses are or how to "fix" them. Worldwide radioactive pollution is being spread by the continuing crisis that the major media is ignoring. We here on the west coast of the US are getting some of that and we will be getting more for years.

Nuclear power is a death trap. Some of that radioactive material being spread by the wind and the waves is virtually immortal, with half-lives approaching a billion years. It will take ten times the half-lives of that stuff to become "not dangerous".

Forever, in other words, and long beyond any human lifetime.

We’re all fucked.

And did you think cancer rates were high now? We ain’t seen nothing yet.

There’s not a damn thing that can be done about it either.

All for the love of $. Electricity "too cheap to measure"? How much will that cancer cost YOU? And was it worth it?

No.

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On another hand, my former wife and I were finally able to talk. My computer was our primary and, it turns out, sole means of relaying info, and my computer not working meant we were out of touch. It caused worry in Japan.

I have a phone now, a Blackberry (she was impressed – it’s a Serious phone) with Unlimited minutes.

We had a long talk. Turns out she and her family were worried about me, about me "not moving on" after our divorce in 1995, almost 20 years ago.

I told her what she already should know; that I have very high standards and had to wait until The One came along.

I don’t settle for less than I deserve in love and life. I almost did, but it wasn’t right and I never would have been more than resigned to settling for less than the best.

I don’t have to settle for any less than I deserve; I found her, The One, in Northern California, and I am going to uproot myself from the Portland metro area and go to be with her.

It is time for a BIG CHANGE.

I am going to make that change in four days.

It has been approved by the most significant voice in my life.

Not that I precisely needed that approval… but it makes a huge difference in the end.

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I am going to do, for one person, what I have been training to do and practising for 2013: I will be a live-in care-giver to the aunt of my high school friend, in The Redwoods of far northern California.

I will be leaving The Big City and am moving to a rural area just south of the Oregon border.  

Saturday.  In four days.

I am "going to a better place" and I’m not dying.

I’m going to start REALLY living.

The One is waiting for me.

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As long as Open Diary is up, I’ll be here.

Stay tuned please.

 

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