November 8th, 2021

caillebotte_man at his window

Reset Thirty-Five, Day Twenty-Seven

My niece did some shopping for me Sunday afternoon, and now I have fresh bread (sandwich for dinner) and orang juice and donuts and several other things I was short of, but I'll still need to do some shopping myself fairly soon, and go to the bank. Sierra Nevada's Octoberfest beer, which for the last couple of months I've been using as substitute for the porter they no longer bottle, was gone from the shelves, so I will be out of everything other than Tecate in about a week. Unless I can get somebody to pick up something else for me, of course, but I have no idea what. I think I'll need to go into a store and look at what's available myself before I can decide.

But Sunday was not all good. We got some very bad news that afternoon. One of my nephews, my sister's oldest son, died a few days ago. He had moved to West Virginia and then North Carolina after the Camp Fire, and we don't have any details yet, but he was found at home, slumped over his desk, and had apparently died from a heart attack. He had been in poor health for quite some time, and was seriously overweight, which probably contributed to it. My last surviving uncle died earlier this year, and my brother last month, and now my second-oldest nephew. It's a very bad year when you lose members of three generations of your family.