I'm Titleless

A guy whose name already escapes me although I read it less than an hour ago was featured on a yahoo news clip this morning. He's written a short book on what we could have purchased with the trillion dollars we have already spent in Iraq. Some, like paying off every credit card in the U.S. or covering every road with gold plate were whimsical while others were quite serious. Doubling the size of our police forces or a free college education for every high school graduate comes to mind. I'm not sure what category buying an iPOD for everyone on the planet falls under. A trillion dollars is a lot of money the writer makes abundantly clear. It is a sum, in fact, that most of us cannot even conceive. That being said, he then points out that recent estimates put the Iraq cost figure at closer to three trillion dollars! Too bad, is what I've go to I say. I'd like to have one of those iPODs.

Woowoo Charly, RTGFKAR and Yers Trewly are going about the business of getting used to being Gusless. It's a slow business. We keep seeing him in our minds eye in all those day to day moments when we would interact. Play time, feed time, walk time, treat time, bed time, spontaneous mess with the dog time. He's everywhere. But, of course, he's not. We are getting better though. We are able to talk a little about him now without breaking into sobs. We are even making plans to do this and that instead of just mope-ing around the house. Today we were going to play golf if it hadn't rained. It's October though. Rain is a regular feature. Our back up plan is movie rentals. I'm thinking something loud and heroic. Batman maybe, or Indiana Jones. Certainly nothing sad or soppy. It's a process, this grieving thing. We know that. And we know that grief will eventually fade and be replaced by something better. Good memories of happy times. It's a process. A damned, fucking, slow process.