The plextron (home alarm that goes off when the medical or fire department has a call) just went off a few minutes ago. Medical. It was the house across the street again, the one next to the one that was burned (see previous posts). This time it was patient with congestive heart failure with symptoms of heart attack. A few days ago, it was Alzheimer patient having unknown episode. There has been an emergency at that house about once a week for more than a month. I've memorized their house number.

I watched the house when I heard the call. The lights kept going on and off. Somebody turned the back porch light on then off. Then the front light on and off. Then both lights on and off and finally on. Inside, room lights kept going on and off the same.

I believe they were panicking. No shame in that. I also believe there was an elderly lady in the house trying to die. When it's your time, it's your time. Sometimes we're here when we shouldn't be. We can keep the body going longer than we should. I believe that what we are can sometimes leave before the body dies. What's left maybe knows the body can't continue and tries to shut down the body, much like a program trying to shut down a computer. People's minds go. Maybe they really go, leave, go to where you're supposed to go after. And we're left with this shell trying to shut down for good. What do we do? Try our best to keep it running, force the really us part to linger, half in/half out?

But what do I know? I also believe if you make it 75 that hookers and heroin should not only be legal, but be free for you.

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