Monday morning... Again, I have lots of looming stuff to do. I'm not a fan of the looming tasks.. stuff you know you need to do in the next two weeks, but nothing you can do in the immediate moment. Ah well... I took my grandmothers to dinner yesterday for their 86th birthday. Their birthdays are within a week of each other. Funny, I input my information on deathclock.com... and it turns out I die a couple of weeks before my 86th birthday. I think the date was July 11th, 2065. I put it in my Palm Pilot so I knew it was coming. (How bizzare will that be if I manage to keep an unbroken chain of electronic calendars? I'll wake up that morning, at it tells me that, at 9AM, I have a meeting with God.) I wrote a note to a friend a few weeks ago about that....
The online death clock says I'll live until July 11, 2065. That's a Saturday... I kinda figured I'd die on a Saturday. That's not bad... almost made it to 86. I'll probably be still working then... like part time at the Fordham career office or something. Somewhere I can e-mail a lot and go for walks around campus. I'll have a lot of people to e-mail, because I'll probably be working with students by then for almost 50 years. Can you imagine that? Summer in New York in 2065... I wonder if I'll go to a baseball game that summer. Probably. By that time, the Mets new stadium will probably be old by then. Will you still be alive? Will we still stay in touch? Where will you be? I'll bet you they'll muss up your hair when you're dead. You have such great hair, but the curls are just naturally cool and flow with your personality.. I don't think they'll do 'em right. Don't have to worry about that with me... I'm getting cremated and I'm not having a wake... just some kind of party or something. Besides, I'm sure I'll be bald by then.... and I'm def going to keep my ear hair trimmed.