Friday, September 22, 2006

Slowly I turned...

..step by step, inch by inch, day by day...

Younguns', if ya gotta get bunged up, do it when you're young. Damn crap takes a shit-load longer to kinda heal when it's compounded with all the years of being a dumb youngun and all the other loose, broken, wore-out parts that come with time. Grumble.

Two steps foward, one step back. Two steps foward. FIVE steps back. Stuff needs doin'. Trust me, breaking ahead of the needful time to heal will slow stuff down miserably. Been there before a bag of years ago and I did not forget. It is just that things need doin'. Grumble.

'nuff. Nothing gets better if you bitch about it!

A jaybird will yell and warn other animals if there is a predator around.

There was a jay up on a mesquite with a jackrabbit sleeping in the shade. The jay spotted a coyote stalking the jackrabbit and yelled a warning. The coyote sprang and the jackrabbit ran, scooting past the mesquite and hooking left with the coyote after it.

The jay felt a little guilty about not having spotted the coyote sooner so he shouted to the jackrabbit "you OK? You gonna make it?"

The jackrabbit replied "I'll make it!"

The jackrabbit and the coyote went around the mesquite eight or ten times and it seemed the coyote was gaining at every pass. The jay got seriously worried and shouted " Rabbit how do you know you'r gonna make it?" The jackrabbit called back, "Hell, I've got to make it!"


Wonderful old tale. It was probably old when Arg told Ug (my uber-uncles) told their version after a close encounter of the cave bear variety! Application and post here is mostly due to eluding the fella with the knife on a stick a few more days. The dual March disaster has been somewhat compounded by the difficulty of drawing air for the last couple of months. What has me more than moderately perturbed has been my inability to continue with the possibly best bit of business that has come my way in a bag of years. God knows I'm perched on the financial abyss. Reserve a GE fridge box under the overpass for me. I may need it. Got my own flea-filled blanket and tin cup.

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Friday, September 01, 2006

MIA

.possibly better than DOA although that might be somewhat questionable! It's been quite a while since laughing has been part of the daily enjoyments.

This is a fitting video clip of the last month-plus. I take all responsibility for the damage; hell, I KNOW my limitations. The rules of existance have been in front of me and accepted for the best part of 20 years. The coughing up blood part was troublesome only in a detached way.

Before you ask, the damage was a few broken ribs, a bunch of innards that were mostly like a critter shot with a hollow-point, and meself asking self "self. why the fuck didn't you leave a light on?". Steel fence stake. Buggy full of boxes for the shop. Dark of the moon. Swamp. You don't know dark. I should have. Several daze drooling blood with a cough causing pain so severe that merciful blackout occurred. Many weeks fearing the sneeze and planting both hands on the chest.

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'nuff of that. I'm up to 20% function on an average of every 3rd day. By the end of October the phys therapy ought to be working. Old farts heal slowly. Funny thing is, I still think I'm 14! Turning on the 'Way-back' machine, Nina decreed I was 12 back in '87! We had good friend company that Thanksgiving. My photos melted years ago. Photos gone and they are both dead. 2 deaths of friends since my present down time. Nope. I won't go to "viewing" or burial anymore. Buried too many.

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To have and to hold
For better or worse
In sickness or health
For richer or poorer
Forsaking all others.

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Too bad there is nothing left. I don't count.

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