You Know What? I had the same thing happen; as happened the last time I was here and this only …(having posted a month ago)My simple retort was the last resort that brings me back. So I do love you all. It’s about perseverance and the spinning of the wheel and the wars and rumours of war. And now to get serious, which isn’t easy,when one is as loaded as I am. My back went out last Saturday and I did my best to go to work everyday, but after Wednesday… I had to shoot myself in the foot and take off Thursday and Friday, and then the weekend… so four days off in all. Meanwhile I saw the doc on Thursday and he proscribed for me the painkillers and the muscle relaxant to get my mighty machine back on the flight line. I have been humbled by the experience and hope as I always do …to never come this way again -but every few years life calls me back to the drawing board and says,”You ain’t nothing without me,baby.” I am the truck that carries you around and when I say sit, I mean it. This was a typical scenario for re-injury, but totally unexpected and right in the beginning of a very busy week. So I slogged through work every day and the folks there wondered why I had even come in, but they gave me my due, because they got to see either stupidity or dedication firsthand. We all had a few laughs. On top of that: My brother was in town. I got to see him for the first time in five years. Monday – He came to our house for dinner and we had a great time and laughed about mutual times of misery and pain. He has the history of injuries from accidents that put one back a few steps and make you realize what great healing abilities the body has. He laughed and my wife laughed, because she also has had her share of the great kanoodler and the infliction of ‘the misery’ and the ‘why me?’ of personal disabilities created from the everyday incidents and accidents of life. Just glad to be alive and still full of the fighting spirit. We had a great dinner and great company.
So, I like that: I have not really come up with a theme for this foray into the great wide-open. I am here… and our daughter just got back from camp a little while ago and my wife is taking a nap and I am wanting to go outside, but I must respect the full measure of what I’m trying to achieve -full and quick recovery and operational control of ground zero, which is my body. I love my body, but not in that way. I just like to have it handy, when I want to work in the yard.
And suddenly, I remember what I can, after these three days of drugs-I am finally making headway and it is for that service that I am so greatful. I tried very hard to get the healing on my own, but all I can say is I never gave up, but without the drugs I don’t know that I would be this far along. On Wednesday, We took my brother on a cook’s tour of Seattle. And I don’t mean fine dining, although we had some great fish and chips at an outdoor bistro in Ballard ‘the Scandihoovian’ cultural principality on the Puget Sound – adjacent to greater Seattle. Seattle has great neighborhoods – some, many would disagree, but there is memory of a time when the authentic Ballard was still evident. It is now just another ‘burg in a town that is being bought up by money, real estate investors and greed.
Now… How…. Now.. Brown Cow! Yeesh! The lingo of what is important and what is not …are very different and I am learning that very slowly. I want to be taken slightly seriously,[that is] when I finally get the typing gig down pat. I read lots of blogs and news sites and for now I will only say that one has to choose their battles and always remain true to their own convictions… and never give up the willingness to hear what others halve to say, but certainly there is not enough time availible for listening or reading the drivel of most bloggers. I am willing to give anyone and everyone a flash second, but that is all if I detect that you are spouting what is passing for a democratic diatribe these days. They hate only for the sake of hating. They want to fix the President. I’m not sure what they’re getting at. It’s very curious to me.
More than anything I want to get back out in the yard and finish my projects, which are many. We have such a great garden this year and the idea of losing any time is disheartening, but all is good. I’m taking my medicine. My son, who just returned from his job on a cruise ship in Europe is off to Alaska on another trip. Our two other boys get their house on a lake this next week. In this area that usually means lots of money, but this is a project that will test their metal. Mostly I’m glad I took the time to stay somewhat here, but for now I am mostly involved with heavy reading on the Mideast situation and the bloggers who are there on the ground are the most knowledgible and forthcoming about the facts, because this does not exactly play to the major media’s plans for the ramp up to the fall elections.
So, where does this put me? It all says I am alive and that maybe I will go on to write further blogs- and that one day I will be proud of my production, because more than anything…this is what I
do best…even if it is not evident in the way that I write or what I write about. More and more for me… It means an extraordinary life of imagination and soul searching is availible to everyone. My pictures are just as important as yours. I have only to believe in myself and begin to practice the art of describing- truth on a stick. As I
see it there is a finite amount of time left to mount this plan. Don’t put off to tomorrow what you can do today. Cliche upon cliche and then what have you got. Just as the cookie crumbles. Good night and good luck! You Know?… Trust the Rust .cya