Midnight comes soon. I sit here looking at a blank page on the blog known as My Path. Listening to the sounds and noises going on in both ears. I have had much sleep since Friday past. Sleeping too much and I am aware from where this sleep comes from. It is a not-so-fine blend of Meniere's Disease rubbish, exhaustion, discomfort and these damned sounds. Just a few minutes ago, I was listening to two completely contrasting sounds generating from within my ears and head. I laid next to my wife, listening to her breathe and too, listening to my daughter Ki Ki's hound, Tong Tong snore like a damned Florida Black Bear. I gave a good effort at reading, true, but the sounds of surrounding me begged a different spot for a while. So, I thought maybe I would remove myself from my not-so-fine comfortable spot to come chat a spell.
Let me begin my chat first, by apologizing to my dear sweet daughter Tarafina, for punking out on you and my Grandson, Lil' Dude. Oh man, I feel like shit for cancelling out on our plans. Please, darling daughter, do forgive your Paw. I love the idea of having a meal with your Mom and all of us together like that and all like that and Honey Bunchie Boo Boo, you know it's true. So as long as there isn't any friction between the 'Mom's' I'm cool with that, and besides, as your parental units I think it best that the two Mom's get along sweetly. Especially in the company of my Lil' Dude. I hope that you see how hard I - your Paw, and your Mom, Marge and your other Mom, Bernadette really do get along. I love you so much Tara. Yes, your Paw, sure does love you very damned much. I sure do hope that we are able to be with each other even if but for a spell prior to you and the Lil' Dude get heading back up to the cold North. Okay?
The Meniere's Disease, has toyed with my senses bad and I've no choice but to give my self an unsatisfactory mark on this report card. The nausea has been so bad I have vomited - in the commode and in my mouth. I have been sweating on and off and on this entire week end starting on the Friday. The dizziness has had me on the alert when out of bed. There were three times too many when I tripped and by the Grace of God, did not fall. One time was in the shower. Yes, while mentioning the shower; I am afraid that it is really all just a matter of time before I slip and bust my ass - if not worse. There have simply been too-damned-many, almost and oops I did it again kind of shits. Today, I slipped and if fallen would have bashed my face and or head, wait, um, but yes, I would've fallen onto the plumbing that extends from the tiled wall in the shower. I mean, worst case scenario would have been a boo boo on this handsome mug of mine. No wait, that would've been best case scenario. Anyways, enough joking. This isn't a joke and unfortunately for me I have already seen this happen in a vision. I am an injured dude walking.
My youngest daughter Shaqweesha, spent the Saturday and most of today here with her Ma and Paw. I am sorry baby for sleeping so much. I really did enjoy your being here though! I love you so much Baby Daughter! Ya Hey! By the way, thank you one billion times for turning me on to that "WHOLE" damned "Twilight" thing. Oh yes! Just what I needed! My God, where did these young Folks come from?! I mean, there were a couple of scenes where I know I gasped. Out loud. And was pleasantly surprised by some of the intense content. I mean, really? I am your Paw and you know that I know I have always loved Vampires and Werewolves. Remember "Vamp"?
My dearest wife and Universe Mate, Botswana, thank you for guarding me while I slept and thank you for all you do for me and our Castle in the Sky, way up here above the clouds where we can smell the fires coming from the lodges near and far. Babe, you and I have been together since the beginning of time. It was written in the "Big Book", that you and I were to be together. Not only as the so very young and inexperienced youth we were and we were blazing weren't we babe? We taught and educated each other through our teens years. Our early and adventurous young adulthood. Accepting responsibility and the responsibility's of being called Mommy and Daddy and learning from those however ridiculous decisions I or we may have made...
...here we are soon to be forty years later and I live still with the wonderful scent of your hair in my life. I love you. With all of my heart. With every breath. I love you more.
The sounds I was talking about in previous communiques continue to be the satellite that has been circling my universe for three or so days now and for fucks sake - yeah, it's true! That's why I share this shit with you. So that my Guests, Kin, and Readers know what I experience. This beep and beeping has been here from the time I awake until the time I close my eyes to sleep. As I shared previously, this sound comes and approaches from a way far and away distance then it intensifies getting louder then louder and then it passes. Slowly on and on and on softly - until it comes back around for another round. Oh yes! This comes from the ear that is Out Of Sound. My Left Deaf Ear. The right lame ear has been listening to the Amazon River jungle deep and deeper inland and away from civilization. Yeah, I know what that sounds like. I'm listening to it at this moment and I clinch my inner teeth because I want to curse and cuss - but I won't. I've already done enough of that.
Speaking of which, I think I've said enough. I have nothing else to say.
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