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Wednesday

6

September

2006

What Is There Left To Say

RPM Socks Just for the sake of something else, here are my almost finished Knittys RPM Socks. Lovely pattern. And Opal always turns out awesome.

I had a registered letter today, I rang at the door, and the first thing I heard was, “dont be frightend”, and the Lady kept appologizing. When she opened the door, I saw a bald woman, who had obviously cancer. And I felt so bad, that she felt that she had to appologize. Is this our society?

I cannot get Steve Irwin out of my head. Did anyone watch Larry King yesterday? Transcript here. I especially remember the clip they showed of an interview, where Steve said that he wasnt afraid of death, because he so deeply believes, that he will be with his Mom again, that it will just be sad for Bindi, because she wont have her Daddy anymore. I ditto this, I am not afraid of dying, I have never been, moreover so since last summer, and hearing Steve say this, has healed my heart, if only for a while.

This life is insane. This world is insane. I want some good explanations, someone up there, better get prepared. 😀

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One Response to “What Is There Left To Say”


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    Nicki
    8:31 am on September 7th, 2006

    Hm, people shouldn’t need to apologise for illness 🙁 It is really shocking about Steve Irwin, but there hasn’t been any more media coverage here. It’s good how he didn’t fear death, and he died doing what he loved.

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