“I am not dead yet - I can dance and I can sing.
I am not dead yet - I can do the Highland Fling.
I am not dead yet; no need to go to bed.
No need to call the doctor, ‘cause I'm not yet dead.”
I checked it again. The pulse is still there.
Sorry for the gap in updates. The internet connection at the hotel went out. That meant the line was shorter for the computer, but one could only do so much with the machine.
For relatives who have been looking for regular, daily updates I fear they feared I was gone. Rest assured, I’m still alive.
Cancel the memorial service. Put the casket on hold. Stop revising the eulogy I wrote for myself (I left those self-depreciating remarks in there on purpose. Don’t cut them out for the sake of propriety. I’ve tried to find the humor in every other category in my life, why not take some graveside potshots on the way out as well).
If you’d look, you’d find back-posted entries on the days I missed. If you already sent flowers, I’ll gladly accept them. I don’t care if they’re lilies. They’ll spruce up the room quite nicely – anything for a bit more green among the gray and tan that is the motif of my hotel suite and the local landscape.
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Caleb, I have been checking your site on a regular basis and am glad to hear you are "staying alive"!! Keep up your good work and always stay in touch. Love, Grandma Pierce