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April 25, 2004
The dog woke me up at 7:30. Gah.
You know the spot at the bottom center of the ribcage, right where CPR workers put their hands to jump-start you? That part is where I miss the Lad. Right there it feels empty and listless like an uncharged battery pack. First I thought this was a symbol of our beautiful, cinematic love, this physical ache for him, but this morning it occurs to me that I might just be in withdrawal from his magnificent hugs.
Many of you have known the hugs of the Lad on a regular basis in times of need, or in times of him hitting on you or, if you are lucky Sean and Jack, every time Mister Roper comes over, so that he'll keep believing you're all gay. Did you, too, find you missed these hugs when they disappeared?
Not that this will make our love any less cinematic. But I am curious.
Posted by didofoot at April 25, 2004 08:36 AM
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here we see the folly of isolationist economics. the nation of me arrogantly imposed a hug embargo, secure in her belief that her domestic supply of hugs would be more than adequate to fill her needs. and now a simple thing like outsourcing to the middle east has left a gaping hole in the economic landscape of the nation of me.
am i wrong?
Posted by: holohan at April 25, 2004 11:25 AM
you're not *wrong*, walter...
Posted by: didofoot at April 25, 2004 04:09 PM
He does indeed give an excellent hug.
Hugs that I've found to be uplifting in times of joy, and truly priceless in times of need.
Sadly, I have become quite accustomed to life without them down here in San Diego, but I can't imagine how you must miss them.
I am sure, though, that he misses yours with equal physical discomfort.
Posted by: kati at April 25, 2004 08:47 PM
you...have...a....DOG!?!
Posted by: brian at April 26, 2004 12:08 AM
I miss the big lug as well. Sure, the hugs from replacement-roommate Bert are ample, but he lacks the enveloping size, the mesomorphic sizedness, the faint scent of his identical-to-mine cologne of The Lad.
Speaking of San Diego, let's all give thanks that, while it is somewhat scary that he was on muscle relaxants, that does almost guarantee that The Lad's hands are not frozen in gnarled fists, unlike perhaps other vacations.
Posted by: sean at April 26, 2004 12:39 AM
tee hee.
The gnarled fists were quite funny, though I was concerned that he'd suffer more permanent tendon damage. But he seemed alright after a coulple of days. Was able to lift forks and all. What else do you really need?
Posted by: kati at April 26, 2004 08:54 AM
no, bunny, you are still my only animal. i was babysitting my parents' dog who i believe you met at thanksgiving.
Posted by: didofoot at April 26, 2004 09:08 AM
I feel left out, all the years of knowing gene, I have never been hugged by him. However, people are scared to touch me.
Posted by: CB at April 27, 2004 11:23 PM
it's not you, chris. it's the leprosy. i have the same problem.
Posted by: didofoot at April 28, 2004 08:22 AM
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