When things are happening that are beyond belief, it’s best to not believe them. OC
When it feels that things are all fucked up, you may be doing it wrong. E
When all sweet things turn to sour, you may be using the wrong sugar. DSS
No matter how deep you dig a hole, it’s probably too deep. John
These are all original quotes from the gang of DistantShipSmoke.
Have a great weekend!
”If you have to be told to have a great weekend, you probably won’t” OC
Such is the life of John
What if the Moon could speak
and tell the tale of what She sees.
Of Her Daily survey
Staring in misbelief at the beautiful blues and greens and browns
and the shimmering thin streams of red.
With envy thinking what if it were She
The whites and grays and blacks that seem to flow
and mingle into the blues and greens.
The whites never to appear again
only shrink smaller each day.
Moon dust, She wonders.
What does She think of the greens
that are mysteriously covered by
orange and gray veils then turn into browns and blacks
right before Her eyes.
What if She could speak
The Moon, innocent and without,
stares with envy at what She sees.
DSS
Celebrate the change of seasons. Welcome our Equinox of Fall.
Do you Feel it?
What is the hurry?
Time has no worries
It is just a small wave that we surf on
only disturbed by the way we lean
how well we carefully balance
what we do in life
While staying on the wave
No matter how turbulent the curl
It is just raising our tired arms
placing of our wet feet
bending our aching knees
Only staying on the wave of time
The Universal time of waves
DSS
Repost from July 2016. This needs dusted off and read by the few billion people that didn’t get a chance to read it the first time.
SWIFTY ALONE
The coming and going of the ones in our life
One day they are there
the next they are gone
They move on in their travels
as I do and they say the same of me
None of us really knows where.
River of life is filled to its banks
with the flesh and souls of the ones we once knew
Family tied together by thin threads
Others appear as strangers one day
and we are carried by the currents together
trying to stay within reach with heads above water
attached only by our weak grips and wet string
but swift and deep waters slowly move us apart
Pulled from the last touch of our finger tips
we can only raise our hand in good-bye
yelling of places we will meet just around the bend
watching and listening until we lose sight
and each other’s shouts are no longer heard.
we are left moving swiftly alone.
DSS
I don’t know what they gave but I may want more.
Do you remember acid? I think they may have given me some. My mind is much clearer now and I am remembering my dreams and they are in color. I haven’t been able to remember my dreams for many years. A couple shots of “Alabama Sleeper” and voila, I now realize that I’m remembering my dreams. I even remember how to spell “voila”.
Sweet home Alabama! …….. Boo! Boo! Boo! Damn earworm!
We may need a shot of Neil Young!
E
Well, it is finally done. The old gallbladder is out of there! Let the healing begin!
Not going to lie to ya, I’m never going to have that done again! The first day went wonderfully the first few hours before the surgery. Up at 4:30, showered, scrubbed down with special antibiotic soap, padded dry just like the instructions, dressed with loose clothes, sweat pants and my best Hawaiian shirt and new Skechers. I must say, I looked marvelous. We were out the door by 5:00AM.
At the surgery center 15 minutes early, 5:45, just like the instructions. Waited at the door until 6, when they open. Still don’t know why they wanted me there before they opened . But it is surgery, they will be sticking me with needles and cutting me with very sharp knives, best that I do exactly as they say. Don’t ask unnecessary questions.
Sarge, my nurse, that’s what I call him, directs me to strip off everything but my socks and put on the gown, open side in back. Raise your hand everyone who has stood naked in a cool room with nothing but socks on. That always spells trouble, discounting perhaps your wedding night. I finally get the gown figured out, the tie strings finally tied but no matter how I tie them, my ass is still hanging out. Now I understand why they want you to put them on backwards. Oh well, its surgery, let the gown and everything else just hang. They’ve surely seen everything anyway. Obviously, Sarge doesn’t care.
“Are you changed yet?” A woman’s voice.
“Yes, come on in.”
She is taking my vitals. Heart rate, O2, and blood pressure.
“Everything is a little high today..”
“Yaaa! Sarge is on the other arm trying to stick me with a couple needles for the IV! Ouch! Sorry Sarge.. I’m a little tense today.”
Sarge says “Be still and could you please keep your gown closed, I told you open side to the back!”
Sarge is a little tense today, too. Like I said before, it is surgery, keep your mouth shut and don’t say anything unnecessary.
I don’t remember much after that. Just the ride to the operating room, sliding onto a very uncomfortable table, a mask over my face and “Sweet Home Alabama” playing in the background. Just what I needed, Lynyrd Skynyrd fans for a surgical team. It is surgery, I hope I kept my mouth shut.
It has been two days, I still can’t get that damn song out of my head.
Such is the life of John
The other day, yesterday, or was it a couple of days before? I woke up and could not move my right leg. I had a terribly sharp pain down the side of it. I was howling, I admit it, howling. My pain threshold is like that of a two week old kitten. Very low. I’m crying for mommy at the first twinging.
As I was limping around feeling sorry for myself, I received a call from my doctor’s nurse, I call her Nurse Ratchet. She is the Fastest needle shover on the planet. She had finally received the results of my gallbladder test of Tuesday. In medical terms she said, “It ain’t workin’ “. Nurse Ratchet always gets right to the point. She told me it has to be removed. She told me to do two things, 1) report to the surgeon’s office at 10:00 AM next Tuesday and 2) don’t try to remove it myself. She knows me well and knows that I’m a DIY kind of guy. She knows that I will try anything to get out of going to a doctor’s office.
Even though there is probably a YouTube on the subject out there some place to guide me through the procedure, I think I will wait and first see what my Surgeon’s options are on Tuesday.
Such is the life of John
Oh, the leg, I still have it, maybe when I crawl into his office to see him Tuesday, he’ll have some suggestions…..meow….
“It seems our leaders need reminded, there are those that don’t seem to remember.” John
Reposted again for the July 4th.
Tradition, this is only one of just a few traditions that I observe each year. All year I feel so fortunate to have been born here in the United States of America. Each year there seems to be something or someone intent on bringing our democracy down in the name of some unseeable and only imagined greatest of the past. Only if we remember that the greatness of this country is not only in the past but in our future and in the now. Our greatness is in us, we the people. Not in a foregone well fought war, foregone well funded economy or foregone experience as a childhood remembered big top tent circus. What we remember is us and the ideals we held and hold. We still hold those ideals, we have not changed. Our greatness is us, we are still here! We have never left. Only Foul lies from our leaders can make us believe we have changed. We the people, in this wonderful country, are our greatness. We were once all exiles.
WE THE PEOPLE
We the People, we who remember.
We are the pushed, the shaken and the torn.
The good are taken from us,
some taken to lead,
some to do our bidding
some to succeed,
some to die.
We the People, we who remember.
We are the hard-working and the builders,
the unspoken, the wholehearted.
We the tolerant, the patient, the taken advantage of.
Quiet with ideals too hard to express,
We the People, we who remember
the good of every man, of every good cause, of every dream.
We, the Children of the Mother of Exiles,
the mother who speaks with silent lips.
DSS 7/4/2011
Temperatures rising. The heat, the outdoor temperature. You would think it was July already.
SHINE, THE SUN
While this morning settles into summer
And the winds settle of their draft
With clouds five miles high
The sun
The sun, the warmth of the sun
The warmth burns me
My arms, my arms and neck
My face, my face and nose
Burn from the heat of this day
Burn me!
Oh! royal orb You burn me!
Where is there shade from your love
Shine down on me but why the burn
Shine down on me but why the hurt
Shine, the sun, but please don’t hurt me.
DSS
Here it is, Saturday, again.
Reflecting on the past week, I am satisfied. I had a little bit of a health scare but all of my doctor and tests appointments were made prudently and all of the visits I had were precisely on time with little waiting. It was truly a medical week that ran well greased.
Now the weekend wait for the results on Monday. The waiting for an appointment, easy. The waiting for test results, not so easy. Where is Star Trek Doc McCoy when we need him. One click and squeak of his medical “tricorder” and mystery solved. It is the 21th century for gawds sake, I want my flying car and tricorder. They said I would have a flying car and a tricorder by the beginning of the 21th century. For crying out loud! 19 years late! The only things I have gotten in this new century is a 65 inch digital TV and a few new pairs of 84% nylon and 16% lycra stretch underwear (which I do look marvelous in, by the way). I want my flying car!!
(Steady now John, you know what the doctor said, “you seem very – anxious – “. Calm down and try to get more sleep. OC)
O god! I’m being calmed down by OC. This ain’t good.
John
