I delivered my memo holders that I made to my college friends today and they really seemed to like them. I think the video of them being made will go live tomorrow.  I think they came out pretty well and they seemed to be more impressed with the felt on the bottom than anything.  They were impressed that I thought of everything.
Spending time with old friends is really wonderful.  You don’t need to explain things because they know you so well and understand you perfectly.  You don’t have to apologize because you’d never do anything to intentionally hurt each other.  Spending time together is like sitting in a comfortable chair with a snuggly blanket and your favorite slippers.  You feel safe, secure and loved.   They both seemed worried about my upcoming hip surgery.  They brought me a big bouquet of roses, which made me feel loved but also conveyed their nervousness to me.  If I could change one thing about having this disease, it’s the overall anxiety it creates in those around me.  I hate how worried everyone is and how there’s nothing I can do about it.  When my parents were alive and my sister lived nearby, after every surgery, as soon as I was completely conscious, no matter how much it hurt, I would tell them the same bad (and kind of dirty) joke that involved a swearing parrot.  It was my way of letting them know everything was going to be ok.  I guarantee as soon as I wake up on the 13th, poor Rich is going to hear the parrot joke for the 9th or 10th time and everything will be ok.  Trust me.

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