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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.

Don't panic. If you received an "Ecocan Notice", it's just another marketing scheme, and not a missed delivery.

There have been times, since Marya's passing, that I've wondered about "love". I loved my wife, and mourned her passing. Now, I love another woman, equally but in a different way.

Long ago, I worked for a company that did useful things. For the most part, I enjoyed the work. I made friends there, met my future wife there, and generally learned my craft there.

Of course, things changed.

The place grew bigger or I grew smaller; I couldn't tell the difference.

When did the world "give up"? I know that I missed the announcement, but I haven't missed the consequences.

When I was growing up, the world had such promise. Not just for me, but for everyone.

"Live better, Electrically" has given way to "Less costs More".

Instead of having "a place to stand" and "a place to grow", we now have a "have not" province.

Since Marya passed away, I've had to teach myself how to cook. Today's XKCD strip is so apropos.

Another year has passed, and I again come to the time when I cannot help but reflect on the changes that have happened in my life, and what changes may come in the next year.

This year has had it's share of both happiness and sorrow. I have come to love some people more, and lose some people as well. But, that's how it goes.

My father passed away last March.

I didn't really know him; he and my mother divorced when I was in high school, and afterwards, I didn't hang out with him much. He remarried a few years later, and moved to Nova Scotia to spend his retirement. I never visited him there, and he only visited me once, before moving east.

This summer, I've taken to relaxing on the deck (or in the hot tub), and reading. I've spent many a warm bright day lounging in the sun, absorbing all the wit, wisdom, adventure, and education that my extensive library brings me.