Yes, I know it’s late.
Hey, out there! We could use some comments.
It’s a grey, dreary day, Patty and I are still coughing, and somehow I think maybe I dodged a mean fastball to put up three posts. It’s so far short of my normal output: it would be wonderful to stop being sick.
I wonder if I can get away with a cigar.
Boy do we ever need a rest today! (Interrupted by brief coughing fit. *Sigh)
I’m still trying to catch up on lost sleep, and Patty’s morale is shot. For me it’s been almost a whole year since I’ve been healthy. Patty got her affliction from her visits to the hospital.
I want an orange! I want to play basketball! I want my wife to enjoy good spirits! I want to get back to writing novels! I’m sick of being sick!
We’re supposed to have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. It seems there’s ALWAYS one of those just around the corner.
Please keep the prayers coming. Patty and I need them.
I find myself apt to growl this morning, and then snap–but that will never do. I think I need a hymn and some prayers.
Here’s one of my favorites: Light of the World, by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band.
Aaaaah… That’s better.
I had one of these when I was a boy: Grandma bought him for me. A nice, tame collared swift. Oh, the memories…
We’re both too sick to keep our current doctors’ appointments (today and Monday)–although Patty is much better than she was last night–so they have to be rescheduled. They want to push Monday’s appointment out to August (!), which would mean another six weeks (!!!) on this loopy “no fresh fruit or vegetables” diet. I don’t think I can stand any more of it. Who do I have to clobber with my cane to get some fresh raspberries?
This is all because they installed a very sick man into my room at what they laughingly call a rest home, and I got his illness and Patty got it from me. Gee thanks, fellas! What are they trying to do to me? I want some orange slices! Please!
Thank you for your prayers so far–and keep ’em coming, we are much in need of them.
Are bears being crowded out of their natural habitat and forced to move into our suburbs? The one in the photo looks like he’s about to enter a Christian bookstore. Or is it a tattoo parlor?
I refuse to stay indoors today, despite the fact that we had a bear on our sidewalk yesterday afternoon. Although it has left me wondering what’s in store for us next. A hippo? How about a herd of wildebeests? (“No one would’ve come if I’d yelled ‘Chocolate!'”) Or a leopard.
I was content with our chipmunks.
I was sitting outside in the shade, reading, when I chanced to look up from my book to see a big black bear come ambling straight for me.
What could I do? It was only a few yards away from me and my broken hip barred any attempt to get away. I was a sitting duck. But he only spared me a glance or two and then wandered off into the parking lot. Two police officers were trailing him.I took their advice to go back indoors.
Patty and I are both still sick. But the bear looked plenty healthy.
They look better than we feel.
We were supposed to do some doctoring tomorrow, but that’s been postponed because we’re both sick now–and I don’t mean maybe. I’m only typing this brief message to let you know we’re still here.
I blame the No Rest “rest home” for this. The guy they roomed me with coughed and coughed and coughed every night–why in the world didn’t they give him some cough medicine?–so I never got any sleep. Whatever he had, I picked it up from him and now Patty has picked it up from me. And we are both wrecked.
Let me see if it helps to sit outside for a bit.
Please pray for us. We need it.
Yup, we’re both sick now, Patty and me. I can’t help thinking it’s the hospital’s fault–saddling me with a room-mate who coughed and coughed all night, every night… which of course made it impossible for me to get any sleep. We’ve both got it.
Maybe if I sit outside for a while, I’ll feel better.
No, I haven’t forgotten that I’m trying to write a book. But holy cow, the obstacles!
I know the Hudson River when I see it, and “Jesus Saves” when I hear it.
Sorry for the skimpy output today: just can’t help it. More doctoring coming up this week! I’m beginning to have a bad feeling about it. Please include me in your prayers.
Well, the computer won’t let me post a picture, I spent another afternoon doctoring, and I just don’t feel like trying to do much more. Call it a do-over and try again tomorrow.
I’m getting very averse to being stuck with needles. Can I please go back to civilian life?