Telling the bees
Jan. 23rd, 2020 08:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustI had bad news about a friend last night, and this post is part of how I deal with it. I won't say much: I don't feel as if its my story to tell; and I'm not looking for much response - in fact, I'll close comments. But it doesn't feel right to pass it by unreported: this journal is, after all, as much my diary as anything else.
We learned last night that a member of the pub quiz team who has not been seen so far this year is in hospital: he is suddenly and seriously ill. I am shocked, distressed, outraged: it seems so arbitrary, so unfair (as of course it is, as life is). He's a nice man: we are not close, exactly, I know him precisely as well as you would know anyone with whom you have spent an evening somewhere between once a week and once a fortnight for the last four years, and spent that time thinking quite intently about something. It's a relationship which is both quite narrow and curiously intimate.
Another member of the team had also been missing, but there was no mystery about this: he had circulated a photo of himself with one arm bandaged: he was present last night and was able to explain that he had cut himself very badly (tendons in two fingers had to be reattached) breaking a wineglass while emptying the dishwasher on Christmas Day. I'm sure there's a moral in there somewhere.
We learned last night that a member of the pub quiz team who has not been seen so far this year is in hospital: he is suddenly and seriously ill. I am shocked, distressed, outraged: it seems so arbitrary, so unfair (as of course it is, as life is). He's a nice man: we are not close, exactly, I know him precisely as well as you would know anyone with whom you have spent an evening somewhere between once a week and once a fortnight for the last four years, and spent that time thinking quite intently about something. It's a relationship which is both quite narrow and curiously intimate.
Another member of the team had also been missing, but there was no mystery about this: he had circulated a photo of himself with one arm bandaged: he was present last night and was able to explain that he had cut himself very badly (tendons in two fingers had to be reattached) breaking a wineglass while emptying the dishwasher on Christmas Day. I'm sure there's a moral in there somewhere.
