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Here is a much longer quote from the Kalanithi book When Breath Becomes Air, from pp 182-185. I'll have to see if it is too long to post:

“I expected to feel only empty and heartbroken after Paul died. It never occurred to me that you could love someone the same way after he was gone, that I would continue to feel such love and gratitude alongside the terrible sorrow, the grief so heavy that at times I shiver and moan under the...

I can let go of Mac and cheese, ham and green bean casserole. This year I made for our early celebration last Saturday: a whole turkey breast in my instant pot with mashed potatoes, Brussels sprouts with horseradish sauce, gravy on the range and cranberry relish I made in advance. I heated up...

I also remember the thin strips of meat referred to as foreskins. Now that is even more risqué.

I have fond memories of having this for dinner. Haven’t had it since but I’d order it if it was on a menu.

In the car almost always. Most times I’d rather hear music but Lia always prefers talk. I’m fine with Science Friday or Philosophy Talk on Sunday morning but I can’t have us chatting in the car when the radio is already talking. I always switch to music as soon as any conflict arises.

That seems like a good plan and really all any of us can do ultimately. With any luck we'll marry someone who is a good planner and caretaker as I seem to have done. ;)

Here is a one vignette in a garden in Oakland, California designed by my talented garden designing friend and neighbor, David Fein. (Now deceased.) And here is a write up with lots of photos of a visit to his own garden, just a few blocks from me. David Feix's tropical jungle in Berkeley

This looks like the kind of thing I often saw at regional Garden shows. I have a garden designer friend in Novato, California who has created some wonderful spaces. Some of her work can be seen here: Michelle Derviss Landscape Design Here is what I did to our much larger deck in the side...

The book I'm reading now reads like an autobiography with insertions where he shares some way in which that part of his life is effecting his anticipation of an early death. From p.60 in the large print hard copy of “When Breath Becomes air” by Paul Kalanithi From Wiki: Paul Sudhir Arul...

And in almost any park I can find bushes enough to foil all but the most determined voyeur. What I miss most is being able to empty my bladder while sitting to attend to other needs.

Not me. As soon as I'm home I"m airing my junk out. I don't seek out an audience but I need to feel some air flow there.

Reminds me of a humorous Jewish story in which a man asks his rabbi if he should do ‘x’ and is told he certainly should. Later he has an opportunity to ask another rabbi who is even more highly respected the same question and is told “no, never”. Later he prays to God to know which of the...

I think that is just the morass of institutional religion. Institutional-anything is inferior.

Makes sense to me. I'll check back here when I get caught up with the books I have checked out. Read this about the book: