After all this time?

It’s been a really shitty year for the arts. Many iconic artists are getting up there, and, spanning generations, have inspired, helped, intrigued, millions.

David Bowie
“I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.” -David Bowie

Although not every artist who has passed on this year has had a major impact on me, I still respect the effect that they had on so many others, as well as respect the work that the artist has done.

“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life.” -Prince

I have a list of artists, athletes, shows, that I want to see before they end their craft, or their life comes to an end. They are prioritized by the impact that they have had on my life, what they have given me.

There was a point in my life that gave me total clarity to make this list. Experiences, not objects. I felt like I had missed out on a lot of opportunities to do amazing things, meet amazing artists and people, have incredible experiences that I would carry with me forever that I shouldn’t have missed.

This feeling was firmly re-planted when Alan Rickman died. He had been a formative performer for me, and I was crushed. I didn’t want to miss any other opportunities, more than ever.

David Tennant, Billie Piper, and me

I’ve met David Tennant and Billie Piper. I’ve seen the Goo Goo Dolls in concert. I’ve seen Pavel Datsyuk play many times, and witnessed his [probable] last home game.

Don’t miss out on something, someone who means something to you.

Alan Rickman
“Always” -Alan Rickman as Severus Snape

The Incredible, Inevitable Disappearing Act of the Magic Man

Despite writing a break up letter to the NHL, I can’t seem to fully disassociate myself from my beloved Red Wings. I’m still bitching on twitter about the various league happenings. I feel like I’m rubber necking at a horrible car accident. But this post is not about that.

After the end of the regular season, Mitch Albom, of all people (srsly, wtf?), broke the story that Pavel Datsyuk is [probably] going home this summer and walking away from the last year of his contract with the Wings.

Pavel Datsyuk

Like all realistic fans, I knew he was getting up there in age, his surgery on his ankle last summer went longer than expected because it was in worse shape than they thought. But I want to be in denial, because for the last fourteen years he has been my favorite player.

He came into the league as Stevie Y’s career was coming to an end. He was the shining light into the dark sadness of Stevie’s inevitable retirement.

In a point of personal pride, it’s the first time I had ever been right about a player, and my dad had been wrong.

I attended a game in one of Datsyuk’s first couple seasons with the Wings. We got there early. I had a sign of taped together 8.5×11 sheets. Before the game I met Ken Daniels and Mickey Redmond, out of pure chance. I asked them for their autographs, they asked to see my sign.

“Datsyuk, will you marry me?”

Ken then informed me that Datsyuk was married.

Damn it.

I held up the sign during warm ups anyway. I got a few stick taps, and a lot of laughs. I looked a lot younger than my age then (still do, just not as much) so even though I was 14 or 15 I probably looked 10-12. Maybe younger. I don’t know.

I also got a warm up puck. That was cool.

Datsyuk has been a delight to watch over the last fourteen years. I watched him in probably his last home game in game four. The feels were overwhelming as the buzzer sounded.

As a Detroit sports fan, I’ve been disappointed many times. I’ve been angry, sad, frustrated. But never have I cried over a moment in sports, until I watched Datsyuk’s [probable] last shift at home.

Despite disagreeing with some of his social stances, I have been an on-ice fan of his for so long, I don’t know who will fill the void.

Thank you, Magic Man, for your years, for your sweet moves, for staying as long as you have, despite the pull of family.

Pavel Datsyuk

“It’s a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done. It’s a far, far better rest I go to than I have ever known.” – A Tale of Two Cities (1935)

So long, Pavel.


Recently, I had the misfortune of my sump pump dying. Of course, it did it in glorious fashion. During days and days of downpours, so no matter how often I hand triggered, it was water everywhere. I already had some water problems in a far corner of the basement, but it wasn’t terrible, so I was doing what any adult does, and ignoring it. J/K. But I was for sure putting it off til fall and do the roof at the same time, I had a plan.

Doctor Who's David Tennant in the rain
I feel you, 10. I feel you.

But all of the rain showed me, in such a kind way, that the water issue wasn’t just the corner where I had put towels, but pretty much everywhere. It wasn’t evaporating fast enough and my dehumidifier was also not able to keep up.


Basically I had to move up my time line. Which really, really sucked. I had settled on a plan. I was attacking my debt with force, and I was on track to be debt free by 30.

Life clearly had another plan. Lovely.

So, I applied for a loan, it wasn’t enough to cover everything, and my savings couldn’t handle it. So I had to do the extra irritating part of borrowing against my life insurance (don’t worry Mom, if I get beer trucked, the policy will still pay out, I checked. But I plan on sticking around to be debt free a safer and more alive way).

Yzma, Emperor's Groove
The only time I identify with Yzma.

This is very stressful for me. I take debt personally. As my financial planner and friend Stephanie described me once to her colleague, “She finds any debt offensive — especially student loans.” And it’s true, I do. So, having to take out these loans chafes me something awful, and it drives me nuts to have so many people say to me, “Well, at least you’re in a position where you can borrow it. You could have this problem and no money too!”

Which is very true. This could be so, so much worse. But I am very anal about my finances, and damn it, I had a plan.

After several days of obsessing, running numbers, and coming to terms with the fact that I’m going to have to drain my savings to do it, I should be able to stay (mostly) on track to hit the debt free milestones I had set before this happened, but only on the debts that I had before these loans. The loan from my financial institution is going to be to me a second mortgage, it will go away when I sell the house. (Which, fun fact! I had planned to be next year! How superb on timing, house!)

All of the financial advice says “roll with the punches”

Well, this punch doesn’t feel like a punch. It feels like two punches, right in the kisser and a kick to the junk.

I had a plan, damn it. Where’s the wine?

Oh, I found it. Byyyyeeee!
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