One day becomes another. The routine, what little prevails, bores to the point of numbness. Nothingness rules the day. Sameness becomes comfort. I am alive in the world but not a participant.
Lying in bed I hear the neighbor. She raises her voice to castigate her granddaughter, who at 10 believes she can do as she chooses. Something "over there" lures the girl. Threats fly; excuses fill the air.
Inside, the television silently relays the same sports news in a 30-minute loop interrupted at times by Judge Judy or Wheel of Fortune.
The cats offer diversions in 10-minute increments, the rest of the day they sleep on my crumpled sheets.
A half-empty bottle of Dr Pepper stands along side a bottle of water on the bedside table.
I sit in my chair alone with my thoughts at the witching hour. No hero prepares to rescue me.
Sometimes the scent of the rose carries such power you believe you can hold it in your hand. Memories much the same. But life, like the infinite tide, flays the detritus leaving the vulnerable and exposed.
I miss you, Dude.
Laters.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Pardon me
Warning: Writer stepping on soapbox.
One of those age old sayings goes: always wear clean underwear in case you are involved in an accident. Romney did not follow that warning.
Sure the candidate thought he talked privately to a room full of rich folks just like him, the old boy network, if you will. Rather than debate the ethics of the recording, I want to write about my viewpoint of the issue.
To me, this incident speaks volumes about the candidate's character. Whether he compromised his ethics to tell the audience what they wanted to hear or whether he believes what he said, the speech was reprehensible.
Two points: 1) Say what you mean not what you know others want to hear. 2) Keep your mouth shut if you do not want what you say repeated.
I want to see real plans, not a general statement which has no blueprints.
The end.
Later, Dude.
One of those age old sayings goes: always wear clean underwear in case you are involved in an accident. Romney did not follow that warning.
Sure the candidate thought he talked privately to a room full of rich folks just like him, the old boy network, if you will. Rather than debate the ethics of the recording, I want to write about my viewpoint of the issue.
To me, this incident speaks volumes about the candidate's character. Whether he compromised his ethics to tell the audience what they wanted to hear or whether he believes what he said, the speech was reprehensible.
Two points: 1) Say what you mean not what you know others want to hear. 2) Keep your mouth shut if you do not want what you say repeated.
I want to see real plans, not a general statement which has no blueprints.
The end.
Later, Dude.
Friday, September 21, 2012
It's been a long time
A fine line exists between managing my two diseases/conditions and falling prey to them.
Some days I feel OK, other days I do not. On the not so good days, I lie down and sleep most of the day. On good days I overdo to make up for doing nothing the day before.
I can feel my body sliding over to the lie down phase more often and that tends to tilt the balance in favor of the diseases/conditions. I feel myself giving in. The more I give in, the worse I feel more of the time.
The home health agency finally discharged me after nine months. So my health lands squarely in my lap.
I am SOB much more lately. I am not sure exactly why although I have a good idea.
The objective now needs to be getting my head into the game.
I, like your friends, miss you, Dude.
Laters.
Some days I feel OK, other days I do not. On the not so good days, I lie down and sleep most of the day. On good days I overdo to make up for doing nothing the day before.
I can feel my body sliding over to the lie down phase more often and that tends to tilt the balance in favor of the diseases/conditions. I feel myself giving in. The more I give in, the worse I feel more of the time.
The home health agency finally discharged me after nine months. So my health lands squarely in my lap.
I am SOB much more lately. I am not sure exactly why although I have a good idea.
The objective now needs to be getting my head into the game.
I, like your friends, miss you, Dude.
Laters.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
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