As some of you know, I tend to “shorten” people’s nicks to something “cute”, and most of the time I get away with it, but being that you feel the way you do, I’ll skip it, PapSett, my friend.
I too, spent my 50th alone and it sucked doubly as much because I was born on New Year’s Eve.
I am very romantic, and seeing couples kissing each other to welcome the New Year just tore me up if I happened to be at a party, so I chose to stay home and get drunk, conduct my Beethoven, play some Buzztime trivia and finally go to bed.
But this isn’t about me, it’s about a good Doper friend who’s having a tough time and I am sorry that you are/were.
You’re doing something I did on my birthday: I reached out to my Doper friends and asked them to see the new year in with me, and some of y’all did. I apologize that I don’t remember (and I’m too lazy to look it up;)) the names, but weren’t you one of those folks, PapSett?
What I mean to tell you is this: I am here for you and you don’t have to be lonely if you don’t wanna be. I too have arthritis. It was just in my hands, but now it’s in my neck, and night before last it hurt so bad I stayed awake groaning all night long. D had to work the next morning, so no way was I going to wake her up, and so I suffered in silence in the adjoining bedroom. I wish I had had someone like you to chat with - just about anything at all, anything to take my mind off the pain for a little while.
So, if I can help you through those dark times, I will. Send me a PM and we’ll set something up, either on the computer or on the phone. We’ll help each other, okay?
“But you’re married!”, you’re thinking, yes?
Doesn’t matter. I love D and she’s a wonderful companion, but I still have a loneliness: I miss my memory - the short term one - and so I lie awake at night and reminisce about the early days of my life in Germany.
So grab onto ol’ Quasi whenever you need me. I’ll be there for you.
Q