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one month ago? Having extreme pain. Four weeks ago today I was in the doctor's office scheduling exploratory surgery.
six months ago? Working at a place that seemed to hate me. Losing someone I used to be close to.
one year ago? Enjoying a brand new hot tub. Closing on the house (loan assumption due to one person leaving). Having dinner at La Fondue with a new friend and his wife.
five years ago? Living in an apartment in Sunnyvale. Had just quit one soul-killing job and, had I but known it, was soon to embark upon another. I was a newly minted private pilot and loving that. Princess, my most beloved cat ever, had (as it turns out) another nine months to live.
ten years ago? Living in downtown Palo Alto in an apartment the size of a walk-in closet. Had just been adopted by Critter, a tiny black feline fluffball who had ten times more love than most other cats. (He got along great with Princess once they established that she was the boss.) Trying lots of creative ways to keep raccoons from coming in the cat door.
fifteen years ago? Dating the man I would eventually share my life with. Juggling school, ROTC, and learning how to be a social being (hey, that's tough when you don't get the learning as a child).
twenty years ago? I was in high school and had yet to figure out why anyone would voluntarily date a boy. I hadn't yet figured out how to skip class and not get caught, either, so I was bored out of my skull.
twenty-five years ago? My family was settling into our new house in Natick, Massachusetts. Princess, my most beloved cat ever, had arrived just the previous fall as a birthday present for me and I had spent days coaxing her out from underneath furniture. I was taking piano from Mrs. Golan, who despaired of me.
The fun part about this is how much it skips over! :-)
lesliepearone month ago? Having extreme pain. Four weeks ago today I was in the doctor's office scheduling exploratory surgery.
six months ago? Working at a place that seemed to hate me. Losing someone I used to be close to.
one year ago? Enjoying a brand new hot tub. Closing on the house (loan assumption due to one person leaving). Having dinner at La Fondue with a new friend and his wife.
five years ago? Living in an apartment in Sunnyvale. Had just quit one soul-killing job and, had I but known it, was soon to embark upon another. I was a newly minted private pilot and loving that. Princess, my most beloved cat ever, had (as it turns out) another nine months to live.
ten years ago? Living in downtown Palo Alto in an apartment the size of a walk-in closet. Had just been adopted by Critter, a tiny black feline fluffball who had ten times more love than most other cats. (He got along great with Princess once they established that she was the boss.) Trying lots of creative ways to keep raccoons from coming in the cat door.
fifteen years ago? Dating the man I would eventually share my life with. Juggling school, ROTC, and learning how to be a social being (hey, that's tough when you don't get the learning as a child).
twenty years ago? I was in high school and had yet to figure out why anyone would voluntarily date a boy. I hadn't yet figured out how to skip class and not get caught, either, so I was bored out of my skull.
twenty-five years ago? My family was settling into our new house in Natick, Massachusetts. Princess, my most beloved cat ever, had arrived just the previous fall as a birthday present for me and I had spent days coaxing her out from underneath furniture. I was taking piano from Mrs. Golan, who despaired of me.
The fun part about this is how much it skips over! :-)
