TGIF 9/20/19

Four score and seven years ago


Not 87 years ago.  And I’m no Abe Lincoln.  Not even close.

More like 35 years ago, morning after the morning after Friday the 13th or September 15, 2019, and today.

I cannot take moon pictures to save my life.  Though I’m mighty proud of the third one.  I threw in the toad in for good measure.  Reason – Mr.Toad was out there moon gazing with us and he was a fitting addition since we’ve been on his wild ride enjoying our lives as we smell the roses.

B humored me by taking the “now” picture.  I told him it was the only gift I wanted for our anniversary and it worked.  The before and now pictures are pretty popular these days … this is us improvising.

As always, more to come.

Another Anniversary

Pre-blog. I put this on FB 5 years ago. I’ve always written to expel the demons. Even as an itty bitty.

B “I wonder who I pissed off to get this payback”

Me “no one, shit just happens”

~Wednesday September 17, 2014 Methodist Hospital ER 11:58 p.m.

I am a firm believer of that. No assignment of blame. Sometimes things just suck for no reason in particular. Oh and I also believe in miracles and that unicorns fart rainbows … NOT! Or do I, … maybe I do!!!

Blood has ruined my favorite comfy capris and B’s Dallas Cowboys T-Shirt is toast … because when your nose starts bleeding and won’t stop, you don’t think about anything else … you race to the ER meeting the doctor there, ignoring the looks, stares and sympathetic glances. Hours pass by and the stains have set in … to remind us that it could be worse, it could always be worse.

Of course I can say that NOW, since the crisis was adverted.

I am no doctor but I am positive that all that Naproxin he was taking for his back contributed to this inability to clot because the last nose surgery under worse conditions did not have this particular side effect. If I was a doctor or other healthcare professional, I might find this all in a day’s work and be quite fascinated. I am not however.

I did keep it together until all was well again. I know if I get this out “on paper” I’ll have a writer’s catharsis. The second act is my verbal release: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, now that feels better. Except I’ll probably be all Lady Macbeth “out damn spot” for a while. Deep breath in and slowly exhale.

Hug your loved ones, don’t be shy. Say what you mean and mean what you say ala Dr. Seuss’s Horton. For I too believe in things I cannot see or hear. Life is too short to do otherwise.