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My cousin Christian Pitcher got married last night

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Recently, I had a conversation with someone I know well. It seems that he intends to run for public office; he thinks that he can do a better job of "running" his town than the incumbent mayor. I applaud his aspirations - we need people with ambition in government, people who question the existing order of things.

Another year has passed, and I again find myself writing a summary of my life so far. This year has had both it's good and it's bad events, and I gladly bid it adieu.

My mother, Joan Pitcher, passed away quietly last night (Dec 19, 2012) at 11PM EST.

It's funny how we measure time. For short intervals, we use a clock, for longer intervals, we use a calendar. But, for life events, we use other things.

When we are very young, we measure in "sleeps"; how many times do we have to go to bed between events.

As we get older, we measure in "birthdays". Each passing year is recorded as an achievement, and our age becomes a badge of honour.

Today, I received an email from a charity I support, telling me that they were certain that I wasn't reading the e-newsletter they email me every month. And, because of this certainty, I would no longer receive the e-newsletter.

Hmmmmmmm...........

Now, how would they know if I was or was not reading email that they sent me? I have been reading their e-newsletter, so how is it that they think that I have not?

The last few days, I've felt a deep sense of loss. Not the same sort of feeling while I grieved for Marya, but more a feeling of sadness and regret that some part of me has removed itself from me.