Peace to you Ginger.
Thank you Zen.
Eggs. The living legend needs eggs. Or maybe another milk.
Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Theresa - Dec 07, 2015 6:44:21 pm PST #10823 of 30003
"What would it take to get your daughter to stop tweeting about this?"
WindSparrow - Dec 07, 2015 6:45:17 pm PST #10824 of 30003
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
When a star has been added to the firmament, why does it seem the light has dimmed so much?
bon bon - Dec 07, 2015 6:48:22 pm PST #10825 of 30003
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
I am so sorry, buffistas. As others said better, Ginger was the Adult in the room, and I too remember her calm counsel during the Tokyo tsunami.
Nilly - Dec 07, 2015 6:48:56 pm PST #10826 of 30003
Swouncing
Sorry. It's Hebrew. It's what you say when you get the messege of somebody's death. Of accepting the reality of it, even when you can't understand why it had to be and when you can't see how this new change to the world may have anything goid and right abiut ut, when all you can feel is the loss and the wrongness if it all.
Nilly - Dec 07, 2015 6:49:03 pm PST #10827 of 30003
Swouncing
Liese S. - Dec 07, 2015 6:49:09 pm PST #10828 of 30003
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
We did a lot of flailing around. Ginger never flailed. Not even in her own struggle.
Steph L. - Dec 07, 2015 6:56:34 pm PST #10829 of 30003
I look more rad than Lutheranism
I'm just numb, you guys. I know I'll cry; I cried last night, and earlier today. But I'm just fucking numb.
Sean K - Dec 07, 2015 6:59:06 pm PST #10830 of 30003
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
I was once flying back from somewhere (I don't even remember where), and my flight back stopped through Atlanta airport. Ginger offered to come by and do dinner with me, but I declined because there just wasn't quite enough time in between flights to leave the airport and come back.
But then I got to meet her in DC and again in SF.
When I was confused and angry about Shari getting declined on her first attempt at getting back on a liver transplant list, Ginger was one of two people (Brenda being the other) who reached out to me backchannel and helped me to see the truth -- that Shari was in fact secretly an alcoholic who was drinking herself to death.
It would be a couple more years before I found the wherewithal to actually end the relationship, but I will be forever grateful to both Ginger and Brenda for their stern but gentle help in seeing the ugly truth.
Pix - Dec 07, 2015 7:01:32 pm PST #10831 of 30003
The status is NOT quo.
Fuck. Tonight I will grieve and rage. Tomorrow I will pull my socks up and go about my business as she would, I think, want me to. But fuck.
I will miss you, Ginger.
Liese S. - Dec 07, 2015 7:02:49 pm PST #10832 of 30003
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
I don't have any socks! I don't even know where my socks are! Argh.