" If we cannot trust the cleanliness of the hand that offers rice, how can we eat?"
The Pearl Diver
Sujata Massey
It's why I stay away from comment on politics except for the grassroots level. Newt Gingrich?
Snakes have gotten a bad rap because of a few vipers in the nest.
It's why I stay away from comment on politics except for the grassroots level. Newt Gingrich?
Snakes have gotten a bad rap because of a few vipers in the nest.
I walked away from the computer. After ten minutes, it goes into a screen save feature and shows pictures at random from my files. When I go back, this shot is on the screen. It brings back memories.
I'm stacking firewood. The quality of the wood is getting worse as the price goes up. Leo wants cash in hand which is a minor inconvenience, but the real problem is that he doesn't question his sources. "Is it fresh cut wood?" I ask. Dunno, he answers.
When he finally unloads the dumpster, I find much of the so called firewood is slab wood-the outer edges of logs trimmed at the sawmill in preparation for cabin building. Too much bark, which in return creates more work. A frequent need to empty the ash pan.
This guy pictured above is savoring a cool spot as I removed a few outer levels at the top of the row. After I got over the "holy shit", I was fortunate enough to have enough time to grab the camera. The snake must have been Amish as it didn't want a picture of its face.
Writing in my blog is therapy for me. I need the distraction. I'm depressed to the point of trembling from the stress.
Pooch the cat is so bored he's taken to hiding behind furniture and leaping out at the dog in mock combat. He teases the dog to wrestle by stealing the dog's blankie.
In two days Dawn and I will travel, again, to Rochester for another test. After wrestling with the Mayo doctors in Lacrosse, it is agreed that I will have a needle biopsy to settle a question about the esophageal cancer and an area adjacent to my pancreas. The journey up and back is arduous. The weather unpredictable. Tuesday's 8 am test forces us to leave home no later than 5:30 am. We won't even bother feeding the dog, because it's way too early for her morning feeding. The cat will have to suffer being cooped up another day. Jorge who has been the zookeeper,of late, is across the state on another errand of mercy which somewhat overshadows our needs. His sister had a botched hernia operation in which the incision never healed properly. She needs treatment.
If I get the biopsy, the wheels start moving. Wednesday I'll have a echo cardiogram to determine if my heart is healthy enough to stand up to chemotherapy. On Thursday, a device will be attached to my chest for the chemo medication. Then, I can look forward to repeated chemo, nausea and weakness. I won't be writing here. Right now my appetite is waning because of pressure from the esophageal mass extending into my stomach. We'll borrow Jorge's juicer so I can maintain proper levels of nutrition. Dawn looked online for juicers and found a reasonable model from Waring that number one son swears by. If we like Jorge's, we'll buy our own.
I love the taste of organic carrot juice. Our favorite grocery store in Lacrosse has loads of quality vegetables. And it's on the fast way home via Interstate 90 through Cashton back down highway 14.
The doctor in charge of my chemo is a clone of Amy Fowler Farrah(sp?) Sheldon's girlfriend on Big Bang Theory. We have to stifle guffaws when she gruffly asks questions and bristles at pointed responses.
It's just one big sitcom without the canned laughter.
Photo montage below. I ran out of words.
I'm stacking firewood. The quality of the wood is getting worse as the price goes up. Leo wants cash in hand which is a minor inconvenience, but the real problem is that he doesn't question his sources. "Is it fresh cut wood?" I ask. Dunno, he answers.
When he finally unloads the dumpster, I find much of the so called firewood is slab wood-the outer edges of logs trimmed at the sawmill in preparation for cabin building. Too much bark, which in return creates more work. A frequent need to empty the ash pan.
This guy pictured above is savoring a cool spot as I removed a few outer levels at the top of the row. After I got over the "holy shit", I was fortunate enough to have enough time to grab the camera. The snake must have been Amish as it didn't want a picture of its face.
Writing in my blog is therapy for me. I need the distraction. I'm depressed to the point of trembling from the stress.
Pooch the cat is so bored he's taken to hiding behind furniture and leaping out at the dog in mock combat. He teases the dog to wrestle by stealing the dog's blankie.
In two days Dawn and I will travel, again, to Rochester for another test. After wrestling with the Mayo doctors in Lacrosse, it is agreed that I will have a needle biopsy to settle a question about the esophageal cancer and an area adjacent to my pancreas. The journey up and back is arduous. The weather unpredictable. Tuesday's 8 am test forces us to leave home no later than 5:30 am. We won't even bother feeding the dog, because it's way too early for her morning feeding. The cat will have to suffer being cooped up another day. Jorge who has been the zookeeper,of late, is across the state on another errand of mercy which somewhat overshadows our needs. His sister had a botched hernia operation in which the incision never healed properly. She needs treatment.
If I get the biopsy, the wheels start moving. Wednesday I'll have a echo cardiogram to determine if my heart is healthy enough to stand up to chemotherapy. On Thursday, a device will be attached to my chest for the chemo medication. Then, I can look forward to repeated chemo, nausea and weakness. I won't be writing here. Right now my appetite is waning because of pressure from the esophageal mass extending into my stomach. We'll borrow Jorge's juicer so I can maintain proper levels of nutrition. Dawn looked online for juicers and found a reasonable model from Waring that number one son swears by. If we like Jorge's, we'll buy our own.
I love the taste of organic carrot juice. Our favorite grocery store in Lacrosse has loads of quality vegetables. And it's on the fast way home via Interstate 90 through Cashton back down highway 14.
The doctor in charge of my chemo is a clone of Amy Fowler Farrah(sp?) Sheldon's girlfriend on Big Bang Theory. We have to stifle guffaws when she gruffly asks questions and bristles at pointed responses.
It's just one big sitcom without the canned laughter.
Photo montage below. I ran out of words.
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| Oh Lord won't ya buy me a Mercedes Benz. |
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| Peace Out. |
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6 comments:
//I won't be writing here. //
Ha... that leaves more room for me!
lessee... Norwegian jokes...
... stale pancakes... egg shells... coffee grounds,teabags...chicken shit..republicans....oops... that was my recipe for compost.
I'll think of something. good luck&stuff
I hope the chemo goes as well as it can, assuming you do go forward with that type of treatment.
You know if I can lift a finger the least I can do will be to read posts of blog favorites. You guys( and gals) mean a lot to me, really. If I could only get Dawn to stop watching food channels, especially Andrew Zimmer's weird food escapades. Nothing like a meal of squirrel to boost my appetite.
OK.... I know you may be on the road or coming back from the road... or getting the road plowed...
so... I gotz one for you....
A blind man with a seeing eye dog at his side walks into a grocery store. The man walks to the middle of the store, picks up the dog by the tail, and starts swinging the dog around in circles over his head. The store manager, who has seen all this, thinks this is quite strange. So, he decides to find out what's going on. The store manager approaches the blind man swinging the dog and says, "Pardon me. May I help you with something." The blind man says, "No thanks. I'm just looking around."
hope it helps....
OR.....
Driving to the office this morning on the Interstate, I looked over to my left and there was a woman in a brand new Mustang doing 65 miles per hour with her face up next to her rear view mirror putting on her eyeliner!
I looked away for a couple seconds and when I looked back she was halfway over in my lane, still working on that makeup!!! It scared me so bad, I dropped my electric shaver, which knocked the donut out of my other hand.
In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car using my knees against the steering wheel, it knocked my cell phone away from my ear which fell into the coffee between my legs, ruined the damn phone and DISCONNECTED AN IMPORTANT CALL!
WOMEN DRIVERS!!!
Thanks,jimm, for the yucks. Just got back late last night after a long day at the Lacrosse cancer center. First time back here. You made my day. Everything's OK, for now.More on that,later.
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