Dearest Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations,
Good Morning, Good Afternoon and Good Night.
If you wish to speak with me, never hesitate to call. I am here. For anything at all.
On day's like today, it would be nice to have one to listen to. To be with a while.
I am un-easy-ish inside my Center at this moment. Suppose I have been the morning long.
What, with this next operation and pre-op and post op and the new cuts that run the deepest.
Please. Don't get upset about this next surgery. Okay? Please? Pinkie
Promise Please?
This is something that I do want to do. I am working with my Medical Heath Care Team, to prepare my implant for the Bone Anchored Hearing Aid. The side of my skull is hideous with these lumps. These continue leaning down wards toward the "screw" (abutment) in my skull. With this next one, I'll receive a "bigger" one. I think I'll e-note He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, to clarify what does this "bigger" or "longer" abutment going to look like.
Today, Kindred, I need someone I can go out side and play with. I would love to toss baseballs to
challenge balance and coordination. What an awesome idea but, really? I hope and wish and pray that someday I will be able to go out side to play or go for a nice run about. Oh, how I would enjoy having someone to go Thrift Store shopping
with. One, like you to have coffee or tea with the neat shortbread biscuits. Have life's conversations and sip on a latte`.
Someone to come view The God Father, Parts I and II, back to back. Make popped corn. Maybe a Jamaican Beef Patty or two. With my hot sauce you see. Somebody to "holla" at. Somebody to have a chit-chat.
I was just out of doors and listened to the Cardinal, Mocking Bird, Peacock, and Annahinga out back. It sounds like a Tarzan film set next to the cement pond. Every once in a while I'll hear the croaking of the alligators that live out back, fifty or so yards from this sanctuary's fence. I promise, it's just like this. The honey bee's are active, new generations of multi-colored Dragoon Fly biz's about. There are a whole mess of these beautiful yellow and white flowers scattered about the back yard. My Bride says they're weeds. I can't explain. They look pretty to me. Butterfly's ease about...
...I was also startled by an enormous Yellow Grass Hopper! Startled not so much as scared by the bastard. Maybe, way back as a Kid I would've grabbed him and tossed him away and over the fence, but please, this is me forty-some years later. I mean, right? So I didn't trouble the guest, I figured this is one of God's creations and who am I to terminate this really large Grass Hopper's life...
...not I.
My prayers and ceremony are sent in the wind to the peoples of Syria, to those who live in the Sudan, The Congo and Cuba. My prayers are also for and with my President Obama and his family. God Bless, my Bride and daughter's.
Until then...
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