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[dewinged]

Today...huh.

Working til 7, I didn't find out til late in the day that I was to fend for myself for dinner, which was fine. I got to stop at Burger King, and they got my order right! This is a thing, with me.

I got an e-mail telling me I'll be getting that last Harry Potter book on the Saturday it comes out at no shipping charge. Because Amazon does that a lot. And I will be able to just sit back and read the book, finish the series, and get some closure. Then, I can Let It Go.

Or, I could go the Sorpranos route, and tear out the last twelve pages and read only up to where it cuts off. Then I can act all elitist and claim a non-ending is High Art and invoke The Writer's Vision or some other pile of excuses.

City of Heroes caught serious server lag around 9, so I closed it once I got server-booted. Everything was okay til we went after that mission in Dark Astoria, again. And...1.75 bars away from level 41. Closer and closer.

As for why I got my own dinner, despite Dad being on vaca this week? See, a few weeks ago, when he was at work, I got this call. A deep-voiced man asking for my Dad...by the name he went by in High School.

Me: "Uh...he's not here. Who's this?"
Him: "I'm an old friend of his. Is this Ronnie?"
(Ronnie being my mother's name)
Me: "No." *growling the word*

Anyways, long story short, this guy was Larry, a friend of my dad's. From High School. See, he somehow got the number from one of my uncles, and wanted to contact him about their High School Reunion next year. Because next year is my dad's Fiftieth High School Reunion.

Now this Larry guy was his best friend in high school, and Dad hasn't heard from him since like the late 70s. He called the next day, got my Dad (he asked me not to tell Dad he called, and since Dad's schedule and mine don't mix, this was easily done). Dad was flipping out in the good way. They made plans for today to meet for lunch.

They met at 12 or 1 this afternoon. Dad got home about 7, and he called me at 6:45, having already had dinner. He said he didn't expect to take so long, but I knew better. You have to see him; the man is glowing.

I'm happy for him. I mean, his 50th reunion, and a friend he's known forever.

But it scares me. If I get to be his age, will there be anyone there. I don't have kids and grandkids to occupy my time like he does, but I'm scared of being all alone when I'm older. I mean...like, really scared, and really lonely.

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[paradisacorbasi.livejournal.com]

If I'm still alive when you hit 50 years from now, you'll have me.

You're stuck with me, sweetie.

[ironhand.livejournal.com]

:grins: What are we? Chopped liver?

[sounders13.livejournal.com]

You'll never be lonely. Not with all the friends you've made. And just think, in 50 years, there should have been enough seismic activity to push our hometowns within a few hundred feet of each other. We can hang out all the time!

[counterweight.livejournal.com]

You're too cool to not have friends later in life. I say so. And I'm old and wise and stuff. :)