{"id":5518,"date":"2017-02-16T23:21:51","date_gmt":"2017-02-17T05:21:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/?p=5518"},"modified":"2017-02-22T10:38:24","modified_gmt":"2017-02-22T16:38:24","slug":"2017-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/2017\/02\/2017-5\/","title":{"rendered":"2017: Loss"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A sudden warming of the weather has arisen Jennifer&#8217;s global warming anxieties, but we both had to admit that the higher temperatures, couple with the steadily increasing daylight, has improved our photoperiodic moods. Somewhat.<\/p>\n<p>I cam home from work to yesterday and today to find she had made unexpected progress on a few home improvement projects that have been in the works too long. So that makes me content. I revel in the idea that our home has only gotten better in the time we&#8217;ve lived here &#8211; a happy converse from our time residing in apartments.<\/p>\n<p>At work yesterday, I looked up at the calendar to confirm the date, and suddenly realized it had been 25 years since I attended a talent show, at a city park, held by a local Witness congregation. It was there that I met so many people that ultimately became my friends. It was also where two of my existing friends &#8211; Rhett and Ryan &#8211; performed a song of their composing. Rhett having since passed, I emailed Ryan to remind him of this anniversary. Or, rather, to tell him that this was the anniversary of his public display of his song &#8220;Balalaika&#8221; since, truth be told, there was no way he&#8217;d have any recollection of the date of that performance.<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/LxoLGJeB-gI\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><br \/>\nSo after I got home and contented in the progress Jennifer had made, she said, &#8220;So you emailed Ryan some link today?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah&#8230;how did you know that?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Because he posted it online.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well he didn&#8217;t write back to me. I kept checking my email to see if he had anything to say about it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, he mentioned you in his post. He said something like, &#8216;Thanks to my friend James for recording this.&#8217; Then he listed all the times him and his brother played live.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, we&#8217;re still friends?&#8221; I asked, half in sarcasm, half in sincerity.<\/p>\n<p>This, then, precipitated a long conversation of what makes a friend, and exactly how long can go by without purposefully interacting with someone before they can be considered no longer in one&#8217;s life. This, then, connected to our placid lament that we no longer have any friends, excluding family. And &#8220;family&#8221; I define as all of her relatives, minus her younger sister, and none of my relatives, minus my younger sister. I told Jennifer that I had only been invited to two social events thus far in 2017 &#8211; one friend invited me to lunch and I accepted. Then I said, &#8220;But I&#8217;ve been invited to two events,&#8221; and told her how I had to turn down one of them because I had to attend class. Not to be outdone, Jennifer note that she had only been invited to one social event this year &#8211; one that she concocted at my insistence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A sudden warming of the weather has arisen Jennifer&#8217;s global warming anxieties, but we both had to admit that the higher temperatures, couple with the steadily increasing daylight, has improved our photoperiodic moods. Somewhat. 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