An Orange County Park In Winter...

This is Orange county in January...

Warmer than the east coast at that point and a beautiful afternoon...

The horses and ducks loved it.

Happy Theme Thursday!

Until Next Time...

I Know You're All Wondering...

The doctor's nurse called to say that my thyroid is normal and there was nothing on the scan. When I queried whether a problem was still in the offing because the bloodwork wasn't as it should be, she did not know. I asked her to have the doctor call me. No call yesterday and none today thus far...

This is good news, but the happy dance will need to wait until my questions are answered. Given the state of the U.S. medical system, that should be sometime in the next century, provided someone can find the paper on which my request was recorded...

In the interim, I venture to hospital for a workout, and leave you all with the following rather sarcastic reflections on modern life:


Whom did you think you were chasing?

Her head cocked, the question hangs in the air, unanswered...
It is clear, despite protestations to the contrary, that you are no White Knight,
Tilting at life's conundrums, gathering damsels perceived distressed...
Erudite at first glance, chinks in your facade reveal a mere terrified mortal…
Once more, a victim of your own grand delusions…

Fleeing intimacy’s final gaze…


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One can do so much via e-mail and the Internet;
We've forgotten tact, courtesy and our grandmother's oft-uttered, "Treat as you would like to be treated."

There is the act of flaming; PLACING DESIRES, EPITHETS AND QUIXOTIC TURNS OF PHRASE IN CAPS, the equivalent of screaming, in case the person reading has suddenly forgotten that your words do have a point, and that you intend to make it, come what may.

Or the proverbial, "I can't risk talking to you in person right now because my emotions may get the better of me," leading inevitably to a mish-mash of words, which when translated result in the need for a clean break, and no further hyperbole onscreen or off.

A kiss-off Internet-style...

Tacky, and without merit as it may be, to which I say, with gusto: Amen!



Until Next Time and Still Wondering...

Summertime But The Livin' Ain't Easy...

It has been both rainy and hot here the last few days. It was so ugly that a planned outing to see fourth of July fireworks was cancelled. Each of us opted to stay home and dry, so my evening was spent returning telephone calls and watching three very annoyed felines hide as bottle rockets were set aloft by kids in the adjacent neighbourhood.

The updating of my CV and cover letters was stymied by several small power surges and outages for the electrics and computer. I'll get to that after the morning medical appointment tomorrow. I'm to have the first of a two-part procedure to check the thyroid for a growth or tumor. This involves taking an iodine pill that should reveal on x-ray whether anything is amiss, and doing a follow up x-ray on Thursday morning for comparison. If anyone has had this done, I'm wondering whether one should present with an empty stomach and how soon after the pill one can eat?

Apart from these, I've several job-related appointments to set up and some research to do for a bibliography. Like other bloggers, I cannot believe it is July. Time is flying at warp speed, it seems. Life is getting faster just as I've had to slow down a bit.

That said, I'm looking for some decent summer reads. Someone suggested a tome by Thom Hartmann entitled, "Screwed: The Undeclared War against the Middle Class...and What We Can Do About It."

I haven't had time to check out reviews, but unless this book promises a cure for my growing concern and pessimism, I think I'll indulge in something a wee bit lighter, for now at least.

You can expect to see more poems and esseys here, along with a couple of film reviews in the coming days.

Until Next Time...