Unk is a southern Indiana boy, having spent the last eighteen years as an ER Nurse, after spending some time as an Army EMT and Medic.
He was recently diagnosed with cancer. Right now he's going through all kinds of tests to find out exactly where it is (so far, colon and liver) so they can get started on the plan of attack.
The man is a fighter, but even a fighter can use a cheering squad now and then. He's a friend and I'd like to help somehow.
Yes, bloggy friends. I know it isn't even close to Monday but, I'm posting now because I'm too tired to think of anything else because I haven't slept in two days. Senior Insomnia? Perhaps. Anyway, I'm planning ahead because I hope to be sleeping soon and I may miss Monday altogether.
The host for this week's Haiku Monday is Moi. (no, not me. Moi.) The challenging topic she chose is:
X Yes. X .Go to her blog to read the rules because I'm too tired to 'splain.
These are mine. You write your own.
(1) invisible is really exvisible. Once you were there, then not.
(2) they're what your heart gets when love goes running out the door. exit wounds.
(3) experience should be insperience. absorbed by us, not expelled.
(4) exiled because of profiled. accelerated label-ization.
(5) Excel. Be better than you were before. Before when? Before today.
(6) Excavate the pain. Exhume. Excommunicate. Accelerate joy.
(7) XYZ. not as easy as ABC... I got nuthin' for this.
(8) like a trail of rabbit turds. Excremental expostulation.
(9) Don't say shit. (You mean, don't say anything?) No, you stupid. Don't say shit!
(10) this is my brain on no sleep for forty-eight hours. Exhaustion excites.
The bloom is about 3 inches across, the leaves are slightly fuzzy and the whole plant only gets about six inches tall. When shade hits the flower it closes, like a morning glory, but this is not a climber.
I don't remember where I bought it many years ago, and I've never seen it since. It's a low-maintenance survivor and I'd like to have more someday.
I know it's bad when I have trouble concentrating on a book I'm reading. Cover the same paragraph, sometimes the same sentence, three times and still have no idea what I read.
I have no answers. I'm wearing out the questions. Everything feels wrong.
Purpose. It seems there is none.
The slippery slope has no sharp edge to grab. I am a non-person. Less than a statistic. Invisible as a ghost that cannot even cast a shadow.
today is no time to be wearing flip-flops. Or tomorrow, either.
Last night, here in sunny Florida, I had to use artificial heat to stay warm. No, you say! Yes, I say! Below freezing it was. Even now, as I type with cold-stiffened fingers, the 'net says it has only approached 40. (That statement probably lost all sympathy from any one of you north of Georgia.)
To distract you from my (temporary) misery, I'm going to send you to Fishy's place so you can read all the inspired haiku written by an ever-growing league of haiku writers. Go ahead. Be impressed. Be inspired. Be a player. (not playah)
My own attempts to impress will be posted here at one minute after midnight Monday. woo hoo.
In other news... I am still looking for a job. Actually, I've found lots of jobs but none of the bastards in charge of hiring picked me. And, yes, I've continued to look outside the box.
If you see a blonde, big-boobed woman on the news carrying a sign that says "Hire Me. You won't be sorry!" it might be me.
No, not world news. I'm referring to me and my blogs.
Google closed the place down and denied me access to everything unless I agreed to give them my phone number. They said they detected unusual activity and wanted me to prove my identity.
I waded through pages and pages of options and forums and... stuff. Red tape loops. They finally emailed a code that was supposed to clear things up but, surprise, it didn't work.
I finally googled them and found a 'contact us' link on their home page and sent an email saying I saw no reason for them to have my phone number and that the code they sent did not work so, please just release my blogs. Very early this morning I received a no-reply email with an apology telling me everything should be fine now. Seems to be so.
Thank you to those who checked in with me via other channels to express concern. It was nice to know I was missed.
wind chime music played by soft finger breeze drifting through the open porch.
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This week's Haiku Monday is hosted by Serendipity who came up with a most unique topic: 'metallic sound'. The variety of haiku for this is impressive. Add yours to the collection.
This little blue house sits at the edge of the gardens next to the parking lot. They use it for story-time for kids and sometimes to sell local artist crafts.
I love the greenery that thrives in shade. (under and behind the moss)
Peacock sculpture in the pond was donated by the widow of the museum founder, an artist in her own right.
The turtles were skittish, watching us behind them, and diving into the pond if we moved in front of them.
I see a frowning face above the dark spot on the tree. The gazebo is a favorite place for weddings, but I'd advise against holding them in the summer unless you especially like public steam baths. (hot and no breeze.)
There are flowers blooming all year long.
And you folks seem to like flowers, so there ya go.
A waterfall not far from the museum building. Benches provided here and throughout the garden for peaceful contemplation.
I played with the color a bit and thought this version turned out kinda Japanese-y.