All six doctors agreed that the bump was a benign ganglion cyst however..........it was higher than it should be on Glenda's wrist and that with her history they cut it out and had it checked to make double darn sure. There did seem to be some concern that we noticed when they kept sending us to another doctor three times. Each of the three visits had two doctor's to look it over. Felt real good and relieved to see the results being nothing more than a ganglion cyst.
After the operation the cutter asked Glenda to keep the place absolutely dry. Wow, we had to wrap her hand in a bread wrapper and tape the top just to allow her the ability to wash dishes. We also used the bread wrap so she could shower. They did take the bandage off leaving two small see through strips of tape that will eventually fall off they say. The tiny cut is healing well and not quite a half inch long. Doesn't look bad at all.
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"Happiness is perfume, you can't pour it on somebody else without getting a few drops on yourself" - James Van Der Zee
About Me
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
May 25
I got up at 4:00 a.m. yesterday, 15 minutes earlier than I usually arise while Glenda got up around 5:30. Left here around 6:15 and was all checked in and sitting in the waiting room at 7:45.
Finally at 9:27 they took Glenda back to a small room to disrobe her and stick in the IV into her hand. We sat there till 10:10 before they ran me back to the waiting room and took Glenda to surgery. Told us they would add a little stuff to the IV that would help her not to remember the operation. The stuff worked well too.
At 10:42 the doctor came out to talk with me. Said things went just fine, Glenda is in a recovery room and is fairly certain that the removed bump was a cyst but he'll not know positively until he gets the results back. Unless he calls we won't know till the next appointment which is scheduled for 1:45 Friday.
At 10:50 they came and took me to sit with Glenda who was wide awake and alert without any pain. Even so they didn't let her go until 11:40. We got home around 1:10. That adds another 6 hours and 40 minutes to the already invested 18 hours. We'll probably add another 5 hours and 20 minutes to that come Friday.
Lets see now, 29 hours at minimum wage of $7.25 comes out to be around $210.00 Two people, $420.00 plus the cost of fuel etc. etc. GEE! All for one little bump. THE EFFORT TO MAINTAIN THE BODY IN A HOMEOSTATIC CONDITION SURE CAN BE EXPENSIVE AND WORTH EVERY PENNEY as far as we're concerned.
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"Time And health are two precious assets that we don't recognize and appreciate until they have been depleted." - Denis Waitley
Finally at 9:27 they took Glenda back to a small room to disrobe her and stick in the IV into her hand. We sat there till 10:10 before they ran me back to the waiting room and took Glenda to surgery. Told us they would add a little stuff to the IV that would help her not to remember the operation. The stuff worked well too.
At 10:42 the doctor came out to talk with me. Said things went just fine, Glenda is in a recovery room and is fairly certain that the removed bump was a cyst but he'll not know positively until he gets the results back. Unless he calls we won't know till the next appointment which is scheduled for 1:45 Friday.
At 10:50 they came and took me to sit with Glenda who was wide awake and alert without any pain. Even so they didn't let her go until 11:40. We got home around 1:10. That adds another 6 hours and 40 minutes to the already invested 18 hours. We'll probably add another 5 hours and 20 minutes to that come Friday.
Lets see now, 29 hours at minimum wage of $7.25 comes out to be around $210.00 Two people, $420.00 plus the cost of fuel etc. etc. GEE! All for one little bump. THE EFFORT TO MAINTAIN THE BODY IN A HOMEOSTATIC CONDITION SURE CAN BE EXPENSIVE AND WORTH EVERY PENNEY as far as we're concerned.
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"Time And health are two precious assets that we don't recognize and appreciate until they have been depleted." - Denis Waitley
May 24
Well, following the doctor's orders we have spent around 18 hours, including driving and waiting time, in preparing Glenda for an estimated 30 minute procedure to remove the little bump from above her wrist. The procedure is this morning and about the best we can hope for is that today's total time for the 30 minute job, will only add another 6 hours.
The above is not a complaint just a fact! We are glad we are able to meet whatever is required to take care of the problem. Actually, it hasn't been a problem but needs to be removed and tested to reassure all, including all three doctors, that it is in fact just a ganglion cyst or something as benign.
No food, coffee or beverage of any kind until it's over.
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Time is the fire in which we all burn.~Delmore Schwartz
The above is not a complaint just a fact! We are glad we are able to meet whatever is required to take care of the problem. Actually, it hasn't been a problem but needs to be removed and tested to reassure all, including all three doctors, that it is in fact just a ganglion cyst or something as benign.
No food, coffee or beverage of any kind until it's over.
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Time is the fire in which we all burn.~Delmore Schwartz
Sunday, May 23, 2010
May 23
Back in my working days I didn't have too much time to wonder about much beyond job related things..... I have plenty of time now and I wonder about many things. An 'I wonder' generates thought and when the process provides no answer I call the results a thunk then try to delete it from my mind. A thunk once thought can never be completely deleted. There are always remnants left behind.
Not being too smart to start with, I have accumulated and deleted thousands of thunks of which the remaining remnants has messed up my thinking way beyond the mess that it has always been. (if you read my notes you are well aware of the mess) The mess also quickly creates many more thunks to push my mind even further into the hole. I have got to find a way to control the wonders!
An old high school chum doesn't wonder any more. He has developed something like Alzheimer's that lost him his short term memory. He is reliving his past now and that history was already laid out long ago so it creates no wonders for him. I think he is happy now that all he has to do is follow the little bouncing ball.
There is another group of people who doesn't seem to wonder much or if they do they do it without thought. These thoughtless wonders just go the way of my friend and say how happy they are as they just follow the little bouncing ball as it beats it's way across the path that has been laid out by the higher ups in the democrat party.
By the way, in case I type something that offends someone, I'm sorry. I don't believe everything I type either.
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I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong.~Bertrand Russell
Not being too smart to start with, I have accumulated and deleted thousands of thunks of which the remaining remnants has messed up my thinking way beyond the mess that it has always been. (if you read my notes you are well aware of the mess) The mess also quickly creates many more thunks to push my mind even further into the hole. I have got to find a way to control the wonders!
An old high school chum doesn't wonder any more. He has developed something like Alzheimer's that lost him his short term memory. He is reliving his past now and that history was already laid out long ago so it creates no wonders for him. I think he is happy now that all he has to do is follow the little bouncing ball.
There is another group of people who doesn't seem to wonder much or if they do they do it without thought. These thoughtless wonders just go the way of my friend and say how happy they are as they just follow the little bouncing ball as it beats it's way across the path that has been laid out by the higher ups in the democrat party.
By the way, in case I type something that offends someone, I'm sorry. I don't believe everything I type either.
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I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong.~Bertrand Russell
May 22
I don't know for sure but it makes sense that the lack of a lot of daily verbal exchanges with multiple people, can affect a person's verbal skills by slowing his mind considerably and consequently his wit will lose a spark or two. That pretty well describes me in this part of my life and I'm okay with it. My job forced me, during my working days, to talk quite a bit and joke some. You know all that stuff it takes to get along. Anyway I think all that forcing bled out most of my desire for such, once so important a thing. I still spend a few minutes every few days trying to type a note so as not to feel completely neutered, no matter the struggle. I'd say all this makes me a 'halfast dimmer wit'.
Overall the few replies that a person or two feels the need to send us always tends to fiddle with the spark somewhat. Every so often a reply will ignite it for a full flash but my mind has no place to store it.
You may not be able to hear it but the words look like a lot of rattle rattle to me. Or would that be prattle prattle?
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Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems.~Salman Rushdie
Overall the few replies that a person or two feels the need to send us always tends to fiddle with the spark somewhat. Every so often a reply will ignite it for a full flash but my mind has no place to store it.
You may not be able to hear it but the words look like a lot of rattle rattle to me. Or would that be prattle prattle?
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Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems.~Salman Rushdie
Old note
I can hardly believe I once spent as much time on the computer notes as this old note indicates!
Saturday, June 26, 2004
June 26
Good morning boys, was that the Chattanooga Cho Cho? ...........
Nope! Just another fairly large boat with the exhausts of the two V8 engines opened being piloted wide open out the cove with only the operator aboard. Typically, the operator is a fifty eight to sixty seven year old male, mostly bald guy, with a good tanned sheen to his upper body. The only exceptions being the underside of the large paunch lying on his lap, the undersides of his breasts and the areas they cover. Of course in his hand he has his can of Budweiser hormone booster and a blue Viagra pill in his key holder. When his best estimation puts him about forty five minutes from his week-end home he will slug the pill down with his seventh or eighth beer of the trip.
There at his week-end home his 42 year old second wife of seven years awaits him. An un-natural blonde with a very dark full tanned body scantily covered by a very tiny bikini. A really spectacular body if viewed from a distance but a closer view would reveal many age clues as well as a huge lack of sparkle in her been there eyes. A closer inspection would show several almost invisible scars that seem to come in pairs. Like scars here on her face, like scars there on her face, like scars under each of her generous breasts and a few other almost invisible scars tucked into several places on her body.
She is standing on the upper deck, being watchful for the appearance of her husband, as she tells the guy on the phone how much she misses him and how much she despises week-ends. As she sees her husband make the turn toward the dock she quickly says into the phone, "I'd better go now but I'll talk to you later. I love you. Bye." She then hurries toward the dock with a large semi-fake smile across her heavily made up face. She arrives at the dock just in time to help dock the boat and then with a little effort manages to welcome her husband back home with a tiny kiss on the cheek as he disembarks the boat onto the dock.
After the boat is haphazardly but safely stowed on the lift he staggers up toward the house while she dutifully follows asking if he would like something to eat. He responds with, "all I want is a double shot and you!"
With the drink they sit on the sofa where he quickly gulps it and proceeds to drunkenly lay a mouthy lots of tongue but short lived kiss to her more than natural full lips. During the kiss his hands begin roaming the curves of her voluptuous body. After only the one short sloppy kiss he begins to slip his head face down into her lap. In less than a minute the first little snore is emitted. After the third huge snore she carefully slides out and makes her way back to the balcony and to the cordless phone laying there.
Gees! I got carried away! I was only going to say how so many of the, getting old guys, throw so much money into attempts to pump some feelings of the youth past, back into their lives. Maybe trying for things that they would have liked to have done many years ago. Things that their younger dutiful and make a living laborious life had left no time to explore at the time. Guys creating problems for themselves as well as others as they try to wreak a little happiness out of the sadness of their new older wonder what I missed world that had been slipping up on them for several years. The time they are finally forced to admit to themselves they are caught in.
I just re-read this and believe that is about what I said but with quite a few more words than was necessary.
As I re-read this I also thought of a picture of a herd of Indian ponies raising a huge cloud of dust as they gallop across the plains............................Writer-less! Nothing on the backs of any of them. The whole scene and message, not a writer at all.
Saturday, June 26, 2004
June 26
Good morning boys, was that the Chattanooga Cho Cho? ...........
Nope! Just another fairly large boat with the exhausts of the two V8 engines opened being piloted wide open out the cove with only the operator aboard. Typically, the operator is a fifty eight to sixty seven year old male, mostly bald guy, with a good tanned sheen to his upper body. The only exceptions being the underside of the large paunch lying on his lap, the undersides of his breasts and the areas they cover. Of course in his hand he has his can of Budweiser hormone booster and a blue Viagra pill in his key holder. When his best estimation puts him about forty five minutes from his week-end home he will slug the pill down with his seventh or eighth beer of the trip.
There at his week-end home his 42 year old second wife of seven years awaits him. An un-natural blonde with a very dark full tanned body scantily covered by a very tiny bikini. A really spectacular body if viewed from a distance but a closer view would reveal many age clues as well as a huge lack of sparkle in her been there eyes. A closer inspection would show several almost invisible scars that seem to come in pairs. Like scars here on her face, like scars there on her face, like scars under each of her generous breasts and a few other almost invisible scars tucked into several places on her body.
She is standing on the upper deck, being watchful for the appearance of her husband, as she tells the guy on the phone how much she misses him and how much she despises week-ends. As she sees her husband make the turn toward the dock she quickly says into the phone, "I'd better go now but I'll talk to you later. I love you. Bye." She then hurries toward the dock with a large semi-fake smile across her heavily made up face. She arrives at the dock just in time to help dock the boat and then with a little effort manages to welcome her husband back home with a tiny kiss on the cheek as he disembarks the boat onto the dock.
After the boat is haphazardly but safely stowed on the lift he staggers up toward the house while she dutifully follows asking if he would like something to eat. He responds with, "all I want is a double shot and you!"
With the drink they sit on the sofa where he quickly gulps it and proceeds to drunkenly lay a mouthy lots of tongue but short lived kiss to her more than natural full lips. During the kiss his hands begin roaming the curves of her voluptuous body. After only the one short sloppy kiss he begins to slip his head face down into her lap. In less than a minute the first little snore is emitted. After the third huge snore she carefully slides out and makes her way back to the balcony and to the cordless phone laying there.
Gees! I got carried away! I was only going to say how so many of the, getting old guys, throw so much money into attempts to pump some feelings of the youth past, back into their lives. Maybe trying for things that they would have liked to have done many years ago. Things that their younger dutiful and make a living laborious life had left no time to explore at the time. Guys creating problems for themselves as well as others as they try to wreak a little happiness out of the sadness of their new older wonder what I missed world that had been slipping up on them for several years. The time they are finally forced to admit to themselves they are caught in.
I just re-read this and believe that is about what I said but with quite a few more words than was necessary.
As I re-read this I also thought of a picture of a herd of Indian ponies raising a huge cloud of dust as they gallop across the plains............................Writer-less! Nothing on the backs of any of them. The whole scene and message, not a writer at all.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
May 16
Yesterday was a nasty rain filled cloudy day but we spent most of it in with the bright lights and dinging machines. Tho I must say the dinging wasn't for and after awhile became very irritating. Losing really sucks! Some time after our free 'ha' buffet I began getting a sinking feeling on that boat and even tho Dory and Ruthie were buoyantly floating around sticking winnings in their pockets I managed to get them to leave. Dory didn't quite win enough to cover my near drowning but it helped.
Today we're able to see that it is still pretty dreary out there and a possibility of more rain is in the forecast. I'll say that we'll make this an 'R and R' day. Dory says that she has a lot of things to do around here today including a lot of wash so 'R and R' doesn't mean rest and relaxation. But she will crowd in a watch the race time and I will read....'R and R', Race and Read.
Getting down toward the end of this note that's all of nothing I've got to say.
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It is the greatest of all mistakes to type nothing because you can only type a little. Do what you can.~-Sydney Smith (edt)
Today we're able to see that it is still pretty dreary out there and a possibility of more rain is in the forecast. I'll say that we'll make this an 'R and R' day. Dory says that she has a lot of things to do around here today including a lot of wash so 'R and R' doesn't mean rest and relaxation. But she will crowd in a watch the race time and I will read....'R and R', Race and Read.
Getting down toward the end of this note that's all of nothing I've got to say.
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It is the greatest of all mistakes to type nothing because you can only type a little. Do what you can.~-Sydney Smith (edt)
May 15
Things have not gone quite as well as we had hoped! First one doctor (Doctor Anderson) examined the little thing on Glenda's wrist then declared it to be a cyst but thought she should have it looked at by a limb specialist. Doctor Gainor was suggested and that appointment was at 9:10 yesterday.
Doctor Gainor examined the wrist and deemed it to be a cyst also but wanted Glenda to have it looked at by the other cancer doctor (Doctor Dale). That appointment was arranged for 1:00 p.m. yesterday also.
After examining the nodule and taking a ultra sound on the area Doctor Dale proclaimed it to be a cyst also. However, just to make it a forth for sure he is scheduling out patient surgery to remove it and test. That appointment is going to be on Monday the 24th but we have not been advised the time yet. A Friday 21st pre-op appointment is to be scheduled too.
And by the way side.......we have received over seven inches of rain since Tuesday and it is still raining today and in the forecast for tomorrow.
Glenda mumbled something about saving for a rainy day and before I knew what was happening she had me committed to driving her and Ruthie to that money thieving place in Boonville. We'll be leaving here in about 30 minutes.
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"The more you learn to live without, the more you'll have to live with." - Frank A. Clark
Doctor Gainor examined the wrist and deemed it to be a cyst also but wanted Glenda to have it looked at by the other cancer doctor (Doctor Dale). That appointment was arranged for 1:00 p.m. yesterday also.
After examining the nodule and taking a ultra sound on the area Doctor Dale proclaimed it to be a cyst also. However, just to make it a forth for sure he is scheduling out patient surgery to remove it and test. That appointment is going to be on Monday the 24th but we have not been advised the time yet. A Friday 21st pre-op appointment is to be scheduled too.
And by the way side.......we have received over seven inches of rain since Tuesday and it is still raining today and in the forecast for tomorrow.
Glenda mumbled something about saving for a rainy day and before I knew what was happening she had me committed to driving her and Ruthie to that money thieving place in Boonville. We'll be leaving here in about 30 minutes.
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"The more you learn to live without, the more you'll have to live with." - Frank A. Clark
Thursday, May 13, 2010
May 13
The doctor appointment went just about like we expected. Couple of things different with the first being another appointment in six months instead of a year. That doesn't make either of us unhappy. The magic five years, free of the life eating bugger, has come to pass but it's still best to keep up on the body happenings. The second thing is another appointment with a different doctor to look at and treat a bone like growth very near the right wrist. It is something like a small bump that doesn't produce any pain even when pressing on it. Anyway, the doctor thought it would be best to have it looked at by a specialist. Said this type growth, if on a tendon was once taken care of by smashing it with a large bible but on the bone he wasn't sure.
I think Dory's ancestors originated in Sweden. I have no facts to back up this thought other than, by golly she is very very sweetish! One thing I can surely rule out is they were most certainly not Russian! I blame a lot of my excess weight on that sorry fact. Wait/weight, what the heck, they both sound the same to me.
Sam's Club was a disappointment for me tho Glenda was happy as a Lark. They didn't have but two stalls of test food and neither one was cooked up and ready to serve! I went up the street and filled the car then stopped at the new HyVee store to look around. There I found a huge piece of pizza to sample. That was a good stop!
At Menards we quickly found and bought 6 bags of bargain mulch that I took out to the car and loaded in the trunk. Moved the car from the loading area then went looking for Glenda. Found her meandering around the hanging lights display. She has been talking about replace the two we have so seeing her there flat curled my toes. I limped over to her and suggested we leave so as not to be late for her doctor appointment. She agreed so another bullet was dodged.
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There is no effect more disproportionate to its cause than the happiness bestowed by a small compliment.- Robert Brault
I think Dory's ancestors originated in Sweden. I have no facts to back up this thought other than, by golly she is very very sweetish! One thing I can surely rule out is they were most certainly not Russian! I blame a lot of my excess weight on that sorry fact. Wait/weight, what the heck, they both sound the same to me.
Sam's Club was a disappointment for me tho Glenda was happy as a Lark. They didn't have but two stalls of test food and neither one was cooked up and ready to serve! I went up the street and filled the car then stopped at the new HyVee store to look around. There I found a huge piece of pizza to sample. That was a good stop!
At Menards we quickly found and bought 6 bags of bargain mulch that I took out to the car and loaded in the trunk. Moved the car from the loading area then went looking for Glenda. Found her meandering around the hanging lights display. She has been talking about replace the two we have so seeing her there flat curled my toes. I limped over to her and suggested we leave so as not to be late for her doctor appointment. She agreed so another bullet was dodged.
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There is no effect more disproportionate to its cause than the happiness bestowed by a small compliment.- Robert Brault
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
May 12
Pretty soon we'll be pulling out of here heading for Columbia to an appointment with one of Glenda's cancer doctors. We both expect this to be her last visit with him for another year. She's been going back every six moths but the last visit he told her if things are still like they were he will stretch the inspection to yearly.
Of course Glenda can't be in the same town as a Sam's Club without at least a slow walk thru. She may not buy anything but she wants to make sure she isn't missing out on a deal. I don't mind the stop because they always have several stations of free test food givers.
You know we work like a, like a, well, we really work hard every year getting rid of all the fallen leaves around here. No big deal but now she wants to stop at Menards to pick up several 'on sale' bags of mulch. We spend lots of time and gas money dragging out and burning tons of mulch because it's ugly only to spend more money to replace it with what she deems is much prettier.
So life keeps rolling along and like all we hope it keeps going on and on for us and you too.
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Perhaps imagination is only intelligence having fun. - George Scialabba
Of course Glenda can't be in the same town as a Sam's Club without at least a slow walk thru. She may not buy anything but she wants to make sure she isn't missing out on a deal. I don't mind the stop because they always have several stations of free test food givers.
You know we work like a, like a, well, we really work hard every year getting rid of all the fallen leaves around here. No big deal but now she wants to stop at Menards to pick up several 'on sale' bags of mulch. We spend lots of time and gas money dragging out and burning tons of mulch because it's ugly only to spend more money to replace it with what she deems is much prettier.
So life keeps rolling along and like all we hope it keeps going on and on for us and you too.
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Perhaps imagination is only intelligence having fun. - George Scialabba
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
May 11
Hope you can open today's er ah note?? ah deal for today. You'll need to copy and paste the link below into your address bar.
http://webpages.charter.net/wymers2/greetings2007/default.htm
http://webpages.charter.net/wymers2/greetings2007/default.htm
May 10
My new deepened voice will not go away for some reason. Could it be that my voice is now resounding thru my huge bass drum like middle?
Yesterday, I came down the garage with my arms loaded with a 50 lb. bag of water softer salt and had to kick on the door and holler for Glenda to open it. After several shouts, I heard her tentatively ask, "who is it". Said she didn't recognize my deep voice. Damn, you don't need to be a blond to be exasperating.
When she finally opened the door she had Mikey growling beside her and a can of pepper spray in her hand. I guess I can't fault her for being cautious but why did she haft to shoot me twice in the face. It sure did pep me up tho, I literally sailed down the steps with that 50 lbs of salt. Thankfully it landed first but Glenda said it made her think of saltpeter because of the salt, my landing on top and my gyrations caused by the spray made it appear that I was humping it and yet she said, she couldn't detect anything sexual during the ordeal other than my screaming the F word eleven times as I sailed. I personally think it was only twice but what idiot wants to argue with a ding-a-ling holding a pepper spray can.
I don't care what they say, spring may not be here yet because my taste buds still seem to be dormant.
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"Exaggeration is the inseparable companion of greatness." - Voltaire
Yesterday, I came down the garage with my arms loaded with a 50 lb. bag of water softer salt and had to kick on the door and holler for Glenda to open it. After several shouts, I heard her tentatively ask, "who is it". Said she didn't recognize my deep voice. Damn, you don't need to be a blond to be exasperating.
When she finally opened the door she had Mikey growling beside her and a can of pepper spray in her hand. I guess I can't fault her for being cautious but why did she haft to shoot me twice in the face. It sure did pep me up tho, I literally sailed down the steps with that 50 lbs of salt. Thankfully it landed first but Glenda said it made her think of saltpeter because of the salt, my landing on top and my gyrations caused by the spray made it appear that I was humping it and yet she said, she couldn't detect anything sexual during the ordeal other than my screaming the F word eleven times as I sailed. I personally think it was only twice but what idiot wants to argue with a ding-a-ling holding a pepper spray can.
I don't care what they say, spring may not be here yet because my taste buds still seem to be dormant.
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"Exaggeration is the inseparable companion of greatness." - Voltaire
May 9
Yep, a little rain possible here but they've taken most of the severe stuff out for today. However, it could be back in for Monday thru Friday. Dang that global warming! It is 48* this morning with a pretty good wind. Makes things a tad chilly. You know how that goes, there are times where they say we're going to get Mounds but then we end up feeling like they gave an Almond Joy.
Hopefully not much rain today because we're driving to Jefferson City to visit with momma Lena this cloudy mother's day. Dory is going to fix lunch for Lena and us there. Fish and chips with some slaw I imagine.
Sorry if the little bit of song slowed things down for you but I worked an hour working to get it for free and then editing it. Anyone can send an email with a few words in it but you couldn't tell that from what we hardly ever receive. Sorry, I lost my way there, even tho I've not talked to me about it, I was trying to say that I like to spice our words up a little now and then with some whatever and part of a song felt right this morning.
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"If you hear a voice within you saying, You are not a painter, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced." - Vincent Van Gogh
Hopefully not much rain today because we're driving to Jefferson City to visit with momma Lena this cloudy mother's day. Dory is going to fix lunch for Lena and us there. Fish and chips with some slaw I imagine.
Sorry if the little bit of song slowed things down for you but I worked an hour working to get it for free and then editing it. Anyone can send an email with a few words in it but you couldn't tell that from what we hardly ever receive. Sorry, I lost my way there, even tho I've not talked to me about it, I was trying to say that I like to spice our words up a little now and then with some whatever and part of a song felt right this morning.
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"If you hear a voice within you saying, You are not a painter, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced." - Vincent Van Gogh
May 8
Isn't it a sight/site? She wanted to "cite" the medical dictionary to confirm her definition of "cyte", but she was not familiar with the "site" and the dictionary was not in "sight". Gee whiz.
All I began this with was the fact that in this hurly burly world that we live in so many people fail to see a tenth of what they look at. I know I've been guilty and still am somewhat but I see more now than before. I've been up and down these roads for over 15 years but it was only after I began taking walks that I noticed a house on Circle Drive that does not have a front door. I guess they enter via the garage. Another house has a unattached garage of which neither the roofing nor the siding are the same color as the house standing right beside it. Did see 4 deer this morning. The list goes on and on.
I'm sure that everyone has an occasion to look into a mirror near first thing every morning and for me that is a case where I personally look but don't want to see. Watching the 5:00 a.m. news is almost too much a negative to begin my day, I don't need to make it worse by seeing in the mirror what I'm looking at. Do you ever look yourself in the eyes?
Oh well, we have new roofs, ceilings and wall coloring so it is okay to see it when looked at now.
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There is no effect more disproportionate to its cause than the happiness bestowed by a small compliment.- Robert Brault
All I began this with was the fact that in this hurly burly world that we live in so many people fail to see a tenth of what they look at. I know I've been guilty and still am somewhat but I see more now than before. I've been up and down these roads for over 15 years but it was only after I began taking walks that I noticed a house on Circle Drive that does not have a front door. I guess they enter via the garage. Another house has a unattached garage of which neither the roofing nor the siding are the same color as the house standing right beside it. Did see 4 deer this morning. The list goes on and on.
I'm sure that everyone has an occasion to look into a mirror near first thing every morning and for me that is a case where I personally look but don't want to see. Watching the 5:00 a.m. news is almost too much a negative to begin my day, I don't need to make it worse by seeing in the mirror what I'm looking at. Do you ever look yourself in the eyes?
Oh well, we have new roofs, ceilings and wall coloring so it is okay to see it when looked at now.
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There is no effect more disproportionate to its cause than the happiness bestowed by a small compliment.- Robert Brault
Sunday, May 02, 2010
May 1
Yes, I do realize that nothing is better than these notes but what the hey, I may unknowingly put something of value in one if I keep trying. So far it has been a good deal, at least in my mind, you get nothing and it cost nothing. Well, if you're into the, "time is money" thing these could be less than free I guess. However, the superior feeling you probably get after forcing yourself to read one should be worth something. Knowing all this I just keep beating myself up trying anyway.
"nothing say lovin like something from the oven" and I cooked up this little note of nothing just for you and you and you.
So much for this day's attempt...................
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The human brain starts working the moment you are born and never stops until you stand up to speak in public or sit to type an unsolicited note.~George Jessel (edt)
"nothing say lovin like something from the oven" and I cooked up this little note of nothing just for you and you and you.
So much for this day's attempt...................
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The human brain starts working the moment you are born and never stops until you stand up to speak in public or sit to type an unsolicited note.~George Jessel (edt)
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