We move holidays around here willy-nilly. Threat of
rain and the annual sugarfest was launched a day early in Louisville. Strange
because Fall is falling late this year.
I know it’s November but this Van
Morrison October delight is still the best Autumnal tribute I know.
Fantabulous! [Sorry about the ad.]
Halloween, now's that's some real corporate welfare. We designed a whole day
around giving out stuff we know is bad for us just to support the candy
manufacturers. And don’t pretend you didn’t save the best stuff for yourself. I
know you’ve got a stash hidden somewhere in that house. You turned the porch
light off a bit early hoping that trick-or-treaters would slide by thinking
you’re not home so don’t have to dish it out your Chunky bars to the
beggars.
No stash for me, I just wished I could have found a house handing
out full pints of chocolate porter, instead, “I got a rock!” Cheers anyway!
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On a side note: (Ooh, I like these side notes, especially when
they fall right in the middle.)
Do any of you remember what you were doing
ninety-three years ago? I know at least one person who does, although she is
only twenty-nine (that’s Kentucky math folks). I don’t know how she does it but
at her age if she wants to be 29 she can be. She was born in the Roaring 20’s,
lived through the Depression, World War II, World War III (better known as
raising six kids) and has survived 40 years past the absolute worst thing to
happen in this world, the Disco Era. She can choose to be any damn age she
wants. Whenever anyone was bold enough to ask her age, she replied, “29.” So
that what she is and that’s all you need to know about that. Happy Birthday,
Mom!
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Recovery and recuperation, R&R, that’s also what it is all
about. The patient, Cassidy – remember this is a post about Cassidy and her
gall bladder surgery - has done well this week and is nearly back to her normal
routine. The follow-up with the Doc was all good. “Ahead of
schedule,” he said. Me, (using my best Foghorn Leghorn voice) “A fine, I say, a
fine kettle of fish.”
Cassidy threw a wrench into that family tradition established by
Renee and decided not to stay extra in the hospital. In fact, we slid her into
the car while her head was still bobbing from anesthesia. Not kidding, I kind
of got the feeling the nurse was trying to get rid of us. I told you about the
post-op Ralph episode which was a slight delay, but as soon as Cassidy could
open her eyes and meekly answer, “I guess so,” when asked, “do you want go home?”
Renee and the nurse were stuffing her into her street clothes and dropping her
into a wheelchair, orderly at the ready.
During the follow-up Halloween morning, I got nothing from the
surgeon except they confirmed there were stones in the bladder, using medical
terminology. I saw right through his act and asked him anatomy questions,
especially that one about Cassidy having a different anatomy which he shared
right after surgery. A bit stoic in his answer, “oh no big deal, we all have
somewhat different anatomies.” Yea, I get it doc, we’re all different, blah,
blah, blah. But, will Cassidy’s different anatomy, which is only different
because we’re all different (eyes rolling), going to leave her with other
health issues because she’s just a bit different than the rest of us are
different? Following? Quick answer, “no,” responded the doc, to the issues
part, not your following part.
How about adhesions, doc? Her mother is susceptible to them – internal
scarring which can choke other organs. Laparoscopy surgery, he said, so adhesions should
not be an issue in the future. Once those four little holes heal - well three
little holes and one not as little where they sucked an entire internal organ
through - and the stitches dissolve, there should be no complications.
So Cassidy is now back to work. We had a quiet Halloween night due
to trick or treating being moved to the previous night and the only thing even
remotely invasive that happened is … me nearly getting run over by a deer.
Huh?
Did he just say he nearly got run over by a deer? Why yes, I
believe he did.
Most folks have deer encounters in their vehicles, not me.
Yep, whilst sitting and reading upon my front porch Halloween near
dusk, one of those previously mentioned vehicles stops abruptly in front of the
house avoiding said deer who decided to cross the road without looking both
ways. The deer then, freaked out by the car, picks up speed, and heads down my
sloped lawn pointed directly at me at top speed.
This deer, a doe, a female deer, chose at the last possible second
to make a hard left a mere hair before barreling into my armed only with a
Kindle self. You can still see the hoof prints in the mulch if you care to come
and look. She headed to my backyard and the safety of the woods beyond. I
headed for my bedroom and the safety of a clean pair of shorts.
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| The big doe on the left, I think that's her. |
It’s time to go now, I’ve got to participate in the semi-annual
Festival of Time Confusion. I love these two days each year we Americans try to
convince ourselves that we can manage the rotation of the earth by changing
hands on the clock. We are all-powerful. We will show you Earth!
This is not about farmers needing more time to harvest crops or
other nonsensical reasons you have heard since you were babes in the
cornfields, it is about power. Human beings have this strange need to try to
control things which they know they cannot. I will say one thing about this, I
enjoy the Daylight Savings Time where the sunset occurs an hour later than
Standard Time. Why don’t we just adapt Daylight Savings time as the new
standard? Please write your Congress-person (it was an act of Congress which
instituted this six-month foray into useless time management) and let them know
we need to stop the disruption to our biometric rhythms twice a year just so
they can feel the power over time. This ad was brought to you by me
and I support my position.
Now excuse me as I go
immerse myself in two months of bad Christmas movies and 24/7 worse-than-bad
Christmas tunes. Happy November!
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