John Holton (john_holton) wrote,
John Holton

Meeting tomorrow with the company that wants to use me to do some training for them. I go for my certification with them this coming week. I'm nervous, mostly because this is a big product and there are a lot of minute details that go with it. I feel like I'm in the middle of that old Monty Python sketch, where the guy goes to apply for a life insurance policy and the insurance company requests a ten-gallon urine sample.

"Did you really need ten gallons?"

"Well, that was just to make sure that you were serious about obtaining the policy."

"Well, what should I do with the sample? Do you want to test it?"

"Good heavens, no, throw it away!"

"But I was months filling up those bottles..."


There's a man across the street who is suffering from Alzheimer's disease. This evening, we got a call from the people next door. His family had called, and he had been missing since 4:30 this afternoon, and had we seen him? We looked all around our property, then we got in the van and drove around the whole neighborhood, looking for him, along with about half of the people in the neighborhood. The people next door found him sitting in the back yard next to theirs at about 8:30 this evening. Poor guy was cold, disoriented and probably hungry. The paramedics came and saw to him.

Mary and I remember when he was still reasonably lucid. He was a charming and funny guy who had a thousand stories to tell. He had graduated from a farmer's college in south Georgia and taught courses in agriculture up in New Jersey before he and his family moved south. He had a huge vegetable garden in the back yard, and was going to teach his grandchildren how to maintain it. You see him now, he's lost, even when you know where he is. You wave and say hello, he doesn't remember you. It breaks my heart.

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