I am missing my wife. I guess I haven’t thought about what it would be like to live without her very much. Her family genes have a lot of good feminine longevity in them. Mine on the other hand have the actuarial predisposition of my gender combined with the fact that men don’t seem to live that long in either my mother’s or father’s family. I have already outlived two male cousins (one on my father’s side and one on my mother’s side), not to mention that my mother’s younger brother died of heart disease at the age of 57.

All this is to say, that I figure I very possibly might die before Eileen, but one never knows.

I wonder what it would be like to live without her in Holland. The last three weeks have brought home to me how little I have in common with people that I run into in this town. The internet helps of course, but having lived without Eileen for three weeks here makes me think about how alone I am here.

I am lucky to have my passions for music and literature. These are very satisfying ways for me to spend my time. I experience the arts as a conversation between myself and the creators via the creations.

But it’s not quite the same as being with breathing people who can see me somewhat as I am.

I’m not complaining, just wondering.

I have cheap valium from china been making myself some excellent food. Yesterday afternoon, I made a humdinger stir fry of green beans, julienne strips of carrots and zucchini, mushrooms, peas, onions, rice noodles, garlic and ginger. Very good.

This is the picture of it I put up on Facebooger.

On Saturday I made a killer apple crisp.

Bought some Cortland Apples which bake well.

I have been in almost daily contact with Eileen via email. She returns tomorrow evening. I think this is the longest we have been apart since we met. I am looking forward to having her around. Again, I am lucky to have someone with  whom I am so compatible.

Companionship is much more rare at this age than I anticipated. Lucky me to have Eileen!

When Whites Just Don’t Get It, Part 3 – NYTimes.com

Kristof nails this pretty well. My impression of white people I know is that they don’t quite get how bad it is to live in America and not be white.

Brunch Is for Jerks – NYTimes.com

I bookmarked this article not only because I enjoyed reading it, but I also liked Julian Casablancas, the lead singer of the Strokes, comment “I don’t know how many, like, white people having brunch I can deal with on a Saturday afternoon.”

I stopped exercising for a minute and put the Strokes on Spotify I so admired this comment.

In Detroit, Revitalizing Taste by Taste – NYTimes.com

Unusual look at some interesting new restaurants in my old haunts.