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A Couple of Things Done [Nov. 30th, 2018|09:11 pm]
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I managed to get to Kohl's today and though they didn't have the electric razor I wanted in stock they did order one for me. They have self-service digital kiosks in the store at which you can order and pay for things, and a very helpful store employee pretty much did all the work for me. She was way faster at it than I would have been, and also got me an extra discount on top of the sale price I was already getting. Kohl's is nice. I'd never been there before. I recommend it.

We also went to deal with the insurance, although the money won't be deposited in my account until Monday. The amount would at one time have been a small fortune, but looking at today's real estate prices in California, even in the backwaters like this one, is considerably less impressive. I now have options, anyway, but haven't yet figured out what they all are. I'd rather not have had to make any such decisions, but eventually I'll have to. I would of course rather not have had my house burn down and, especially, not have lost my cats.

I still feel at loose ends, and thoroughly enervated. Still not sleeping well. I keep remembering more things I don't have anymore, and wonder how long that list is going to get. My old paper journals have been much on my mind the last couple of days. For several years I kept a journal quite regularly, filling it with things written on the run while I was out and about in Los Angeles.

Every time I've looked back at them I've been surprised at some of the things I found, the things I'd done that I'd forgotten about. Most of the writing was unimpressive, but some passages here and there startled me with their vivid descriptions of now vanished places and forgotten events, and of my much younger self's reactions to them. It saddens me to know I will never have that experience again, and that huge slices of my life have lost the detail those words brought to them, and still more parts have probably now vanished forever.

No specific plans for tomorrow, except to look at more pictures of cats on the Internet. The chances I'll ever find any of mine keep getting slimmer, but I have to keep looking.
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[User Picture]From: daphnep
2018-12-01 02:30 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I think journals and photos would be my own most painful thing to lose (after pets of course.) your description is exactly what I fear, in that scenario. I think it’s wholly understandable.

It’s like you’re excavating a pit of this event, and every layer is a new kind of grief. Just one level of grief after another. The grieving is your new work, and there’s no end to it in sight.
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2018-12-02 05:24 am (UTC)
That is pretty much it.
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[User Picture]From: zyzyly
2018-12-02 04:26 pm (UTC)
The daughter of one of my coworkers is working up in the Paradise area in pet rescue, and they are going up every day and feeding animals in the burned out areas. She says there are quite a few of them up there.
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2018-12-04 04:16 am (UTC)
They seem to bring more cats down on weekends. One of the found cat Facebook pages added twenty cats on Saturday and thirteen on Sunday, but only three today. There must be a lot of people using their weekends to find animals. I'm glad somebody is able to get up there to look after them and trap them.
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