Greetings Relations,
Woke up at 0600 this morning, which is Friday, 20 April 2012. My wife and I broke fast and was able to spend some time with Brenda before she went off to work. I like and appreciate times such as this when we're able to connect on a completely different level. It's cosmic and I tell you no lie, sometimes not even words are necessary. We can read each other from across the place where shopping is a pleasure or the store with the big red dot...
...after she left for work I permitted the morning to become a part of what I am in this Universe...
...my DNA is but a speck on a particle in the vastness of the Universes.
I witnessed the insects and birds rise for their break fast. Our DNA connected. I listened to the Peacock down the road a piece. Close enough to listen and zoomed in with this right-good-bad-ear. I am puzzled as to whether I should say Peacock or Peacocks because there's more than two. For sure. Peacocks.
Oh damn, I am picking up some strange sounds at this moment! Originating from my left Deaf ear.
I watched Father Sun rise from The East and noticed perhaps for the first time how the Sun Ray's come into our yard, patio, and lodge. It's gorgeous to catch those first rays to see how our two turtles, Aunt Helen and Uncle Chester get stirred up to themselves atop a rock to catch some natural Sun medicine. Oh, Relations, they've grown so much - so fast and are slowly becoming eating machines. Especially Aunt Helen.
I listened to the rooster the road over straining to do his cockle-doo-dee-doo, with a sore throat or the little feathered one has gone old. I mean, even though he's yards away, I have to listen to catch this fellows Good Morning Russia! Po thang. Hang tough old fellow!
I have perspired and have sweat a fair share this morning. My throat has established a road block at my Adam's apple. I have had a "taste the medicine" though. I am tipsy dizzy at 0840 in the morning. I say, it's not forking natural I say! It's just not forking right!
I am somebody. I may be Disabled, but I am somebody. This Meniere's Disease has become a part of who I am and I can't deny that. But I am somebody! I may have these weird little cancers scattered about my body and actually do have a scheduled surgery for Monday, 23 April 2012, to attend to a couple of these. But, I am somebody! I may be a militant Mixed Breed, but I am somebody! With the Meniere's attack earlier this week and the sleep I have had - has left me sad and weak. I move on though damn it, because I am Somebody!
The Blue Jay and Cardinal debate on which feathered cousin will eat from the new feeder or the older model. Relations, let me share our Bird neighbours have their own intricate personalities for sure. How awesome it is to sit back and observe their going on's.
I saw a Calico cat drink from the pool out back and felt uncomfortable about what to do. I did not want to scare it off or alert the hounds to our guest. The cat looked fit and well fed. I let him/her be. She/He was so at ease in the back yard. I think a tray for water would be nice for our feline friends. I would love to feed these wild miniature Lions, but Honey, these hounds of mine will see nothing of the sort. Please. Whenever a cat visits and a hound should see our guest they shed over the intense desire to capture and damage one. Chi-Chi Le Rouge Rodriguez, our Gay Beagle is the one that will lose "her" fucking mind over the sight of a lil' Ole Kitty Cat. Po Thang. So much drama.
I am still attached to my Glasscock. The wound is looking much better. It still bleeds and gets kind of gross and it requires medicine ointment applied twice daily. I must wear my Glasscock until the next time I have a face-to-face with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. The damned thing has become like a blankie for me for Pete's sake! I am getting used to this feeling wrapped about my skull. Ha! That's bull dung! I can't wait til I can remove this half an orb from my left ear. This recovery from surgery has turned into weeks, this wound has not yet healed, and I am concerned. My Crystal Ball, shares with me that this was not the last surgery - "the once and for all" surgery at all. I see too much flesh touching my abutment and too much damned flesh reaching for it. Look, I sometimes try to make light of certain things. Sometimes it works - sometimes it don't. I fall down and I get up again.
I love the way Earth Mother smells first thing in the morning. Just as Father Sun has about completed with the evaporation of the condensation and fog that had rolled in from the bay.
My right ear has been popping and plopping quite a bit lately. I continue to have moments of complete silence from time to time. It is troublesome and places me in awkward spots too many times. (I smell vomit)
My arms have weakened and beg of me to return to the regimen of exercises daily. My sugar levels wish for the same. My mind, body and Spirit's desire same-same. Three weeks of doctor ordered no heavy lifting or strenuous activity is on the verge of robbing me of sanity...
...Meniere's has robbed me of a life that was such a fantastic freaking life. Total loss of hearing in the left ear and times of difficult hearing with my right-good-bad-ear. It took away my employment - my fantastic employment with Starbucks Coffee Company! The ability to drive a car for now is not a positive picture. It is required medical release. It is also a medical release before I ride my tricycle again.
I so yearn for activity in my life. Where is that John Wayne?! Damn it! My pony and I have not had a good long strong ride in a so very long time. Soon time to get back up there and do the Pee Wee Herman dance too!
Say no more, say no more...
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