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Archiving is...well, interesting, I keep running into responses to posts from embers_log, who died at the age of 62 in 2013 or 2014 from a colon infection. I'm currently in 2011. I remember finding out via Facebook and was devastated at the time. (We'd had a falling out several months prior over Whedon - who she worshiped and was devoted to as a fan. (Keep in mind that this was back in 2011 and 2012, not now. But it is kind of ironic.)
I miss her. It's like running into a virtual ghost and a reminder of the number of people offline and online that have jumped in and out of my life over the years...

My life has lots of turn over.

I got used to it. Assuming one ever does.

Human relationships are miserably temporary.

Aren't they?

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Human relationships are miserably temporary.

Usually. But not always. I have one friend who I've known for 47 years. The friendship is not what it was, but when he calls up, I can still reel off an hour talking about comic books, baseball and bad science fiction movies.

My sixteenth wedding anniversary is coming up. It's not perfect, but I don't see it ending any time soon.

And I do have one friend I've known for 20 years now; we go to the occasional movie and talk about plot structure and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

You'd like her.

Oh, definitely.

Especially for local people: I didn't much bother making friends in Scotland last time because I knew I planned to return to the US anyway and, once there, it was the pandemic and I was keeping my distance. I guess now I do expect to stick around here but my wife's hardly a social butterfly and still pandemic.

It's hard to meet people right now - I think? I need to get myself out there again - but I'm a bit like your wife, hardly a social butterfly and the disease is not gone.

Indeed it isn't and I remain really cautious about long-term effects, the medical risk remains not worth the in-person interaction, especially now everybody thinks the pandemic over so isn't happy to meet outdoors. I figure it may be sustainable to hold out for long enough, I keep hoping that some of the ongoing stream of promising news may someday bear fruit, I do look forward to being less aloof. It's unusual for me to find people with whom I really like to spend time though. Cambridge, England, has a few, but I don't like living there and it's unaffordable anyway. And, once I am finally settled with my loved ones, immediate family will occupy the lion's share of my human interaction anyway.

I know what you mean. In going through my old posts I was reminded of people who have been gone for a while -- not so much those who abruptly left but who drifted away, posting less and less until they weren't there anymore. I do wish many of them were still around.

It's like running into ghosts, some dead, some merely gone without a word. I miss some of them.

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