These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
"They Say It's Your Birthday!"
Here's to you, Dr. Winston O'Boogie. I have been thinking about you today, on what would have been your 72nd birthday.
You are missed.
The silence is disturbing
My best friend lost his job on August 1. When it first happened, he called and emailed me a couple times a day. But for the last month, he's been very quiet.
If I want to talk about my mom, he's completely there for me. But when it comes to him, his family and his job situation, all I hear is crickets.
I fear he's getting depressed. He mentioned once (once!) that he feels "isolated," that people mean well and offer to help but then never call back. Since I want him to know he's not alone, I still email him every day.
More than once on this blog I've referred to him as Eeyore because of his tendency toward melancholy. So I'm worried.
If I want to talk about my mom, he's completely there for me. But when it comes to him, his family and his job situation, all I hear is crickets.
I fear he's getting depressed. He mentioned once (once!) that he feels "isolated," that people mean well and offer to help but then never call back. Since I want him to know he's not alone, I still email him every day.
More than once on this blog I've referred to him as Eeyore because of his tendency toward melancholy. So I'm worried.