Here's a snap shot of my Life "at this very moment"...
It has rained most of the early morning hours and Mother Earth is glad. As I, because the gardening I did yesterday has been stamped with Great Spirit's Hand and fresh water. It appears that what I planted and transplanted has taken root. Thank you Great One!
The Cardinal, Blue Jay and several species of dove have stopped by to break fast. Their talk and song let me know they approve of the new seed I placed in their feeders and are enjoying the fresh water in their bath. I am glad and thankful...
...the Cardinal couples remind me of Brenda and I and some other couples I know. Like us, the Cardinal couple have their little verbal exchanges - I suppose the usual complaining of the odds-and-ends, they kiss alot, as in making up and all apologetic, then they eat, drink and are merry again. Happy couples!
There is a certain coolness that reminds me Fall is in the air and even though them damned Yankee's who "flock" down here are always complaining of how hot it is down here in the South, I feel the Florida Fall on my skin and in my Spirit's. Ohhhhh, the Blessed happieness I would have if every one of those complaining Yanks just would go back up North. There's very many Yankees I do love dearly, but my tolerance level for most is very-very low. Damned Yankees! (I smile)
My three hounds have me surrounded here in Nikki's room. The space she, her mom and Sister call "The Office". I dislike that description alot. For me, the daddy and his daddy heart this will always be my daughter Nikki's room. I miss her so much. Yes, I am a fortunate one, she is alive and well. She just lives so far, far and away. Just does not seem real that my baby daughters are both grown ass WOmen...
...oh, a father's lament...
...(getting back to my hounds)Ting-Ting, is at me feet, Tong-Tong is by my side and Chi-Chi has my back covered. I do feel protected. Very well protected. I'm a part of their pack, you know? I think they refer to me as their Mr. Loco. That's okay. I love the three and the three love me. Tong-Tong snores louder than an old man. Scares the shit out of me every once and again. I forget. So yes, every once and again I break my neck turning real quick like to see what Monster has entered the room. What to do?
The Lodge is silent except for George Strait, softly singing "I Can Still Make Cheyenne" into my right ear. The volume turned down way low as this is the way I feel this morning...
...low and blue.
The Left Deaf Ear is picking up the beep-beeps of a Top Secret coded messages from Russia. If I could decode them I still wouldn't be able to share what their saying. It's Top Secret! Besides, I don't know how to speak the language. (This is what I've been trained to say) My right ear is making a steady pinnnnnnnnnnnnnng, pinnnnnnnnnnng noise. So odd. Have had moments of total silence the past twenty four hours. I don't know if I notice this only when it happens or am I getting used to this and just go about my day to day without noticing.
Dizziness is low, as is the nausea. I have a fine mist about my neck. I try not to say too much or think too much about the current state of the meniere's. I do not wish to jinx myself. I must say though, I have noticed with lower than usuall symptoms - I am still clumsy and awkward. Yes, I'll be easy this morning. NOTE: The Beepity-Beep-beep, just came through louder than all noises in my area. I'm the only one to hear this though. The dogs didn't stir a bit.
Later today, I go back to my urologist, He-Who-Touched-My-Undercarriage, for more testing. I would love to say, "I can't wait!", but that would be a lie.
My dear wife and daughter are off to work. I am home alone and lonely. Maybe I've let the grey sky's affect me in a sad way today...
...I say today as if it's a new thing.
To all Relations, I send love, peace and more peace...
...if I hurry baby, I can still make Cheyenne.........
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