2024-11-02                         from the editor of ~insom
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   Fuck I wish I wrote about more good things on here. But I
   was looking back at things I wrote when I first joined town,
   nearly ten years ago, and a lot of it was working through
   the death of my dad, 5 years before that. Maybe ~town has
   always been free therapy for me.

   My dog died. He was amazing and we were so lucky to have him
   (and really; he was lucky to have us -- he was already a
   senior when we adopted him and at the time we lived next to
   a few acres of wood for walks, we were able to give him a
   good rest of his life). It happened a week ago and it hurt
   unbelievably, like I never thought I'd feel okay again (even
   though I knew I would). Some time has passed and I'm not
   getting upset every single day. I hate the idea of getting
   used to it.

   I'm doing up a bicycle (a fixed gear) -- it's been a lot of
   fun. I always enjoyed this when I did it back in England and
   have had less reason to play amateur bike mechanic since I
   moved. I never commuted in Canada, even when I went to an
   office, whereas my bicycles were my every day vehicles. They
   had to be reliable and they also got some wear and tear. I
   also had no money so found or cheap parts had to be
   stretched. Since I was able to buy a reasonably nice MTB
   (stolen) and then a replacement MTB (stolen) and another MTB
   (not yet stolen) I've not made structural changes -- I've
   swapped pedals and I put a new fork on one, I guess, but
   it's not a tear-down and rebuild. Until now.

   I've noticed that time I spend on the computer rarely seemed
   to correllate with a good day. I don't think I am ready to
   be totally melodramatic but maybe I just don't like
   computers that much? Or that they are not that good for me?
   At the very least, that my default of sitting at a computer
   is probably not a good one, especially now that I'm not
   working again.