Dark Man – In Blue

Dark Man - in blue
Dark Man – in blue

Today, I have really struggled trying to write something – anything. There have been ideas a plenty, but I couldn’t get beyond the first sentence. Part of the problem, I’m sure, are the aches and pains that plague me every day – and the medications that accompany them. My head gets foggy and it’s hard to capture a thought, then communicate that thought from my brain to my fingers to the keyboard to intelligible writing. It’s just plain hard.

So I’ve watched a lot of TV, slept some, drank too much coffee again, and spent a few minutes here and there trying to write something. I also fooled around a little with some photographs.

This is the best I can do today.

It’ll have to do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.~E.M. Forster, A Room with a View.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life | 2

True Value Hardware and Drugs
True Value Hardware and Drugs

It’s a terrible dilemna – surely you can see that.

Do I go in and get the 16p nails I need first, then step over and get my Valium refill? Or, do I get the Valium first, pop a few, go grab an ice-cold Co-Coler and sit down to chat for a while with Mr. McLeskey or Mr. Todd. Never know, the hippophile in us might come out and we can talk about my old bay mare until the Valium kicks in. Then I can saunter off and wander around the store and get those 16p nails, some charcoal, a magnet, an old cardboard box if the have it, 3 feet of twine and a tin of snuff. I got thirty bucks so that should be enough to pay for it all.

It surely is a dilemna.

A little made up tale for my second submission to the “Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life.”

I don’t know if this place is still open, but when I took this picture it was.

“Things are different today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
Mother needs something today to calm her down
And though she’s not really ill
There’s a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of her mother’s little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day. ~From “Mother’s Little Helper” by The Rolling Stones

Java Fueled Journaling – 2 | DP: Mr. Sandman

Moody Cup A Joe03/24/14, 03:55:28 AM

Dear Java-Fueled Journaling,

Here it is, a couple of nights, actually mornings later. It’s not quite five, but getting close. I didn’t fall asleep and wake up this time. I just never went to sleep. I know – I should have taken the meds, but after I took the pain meds, I forgot the sleep meds. It happens. I guess it’s just my lot in life.

Too bad I or it or it’s are not the word of the day. I got all of them in quite handily and I think I should have used nor instead of or in the preceding sentence. Oh well, if it’s wrong, it’s just too bad. I’m tired and can only think of little words right now.

So, everything I wrote in my previous entry is true this morning. I really need some sleep, but in about an hour I have to get ready for a doctor’s appointment and then work, maybe.

The really cool thing about this morning is I get to write a letter. Turns out that Krista – she’s one of those great WP automathamagicians, I think. Could be wrong. Anyway, she is really interested in how I sleep – I know ‘cuz she wrote to me asking me to tell her. So, I wrote her back. Mailed it yesterday; first class parcel post general delivery.

Here is my copy for prosperity.


March 23, 2014

Dear Krista,

Thank you for writing to me about my sleep. It’s wonderful that you folks at WordPress have time to be personally concerned about your fellow bloggers.

Here is how I sleep. Like crap, if you’ll pardon the crude language.

Not a couple of nights ago, I fell asleep for a few hours, woke up, and couldn’t go back to sleep. Once again, I find I am in the same situation, only this time I haven’t slept at all.

Sleep problems have plagued me most of my adult life, but it seems the last few years have gotten worse. When I turned fifty-seven, the doctors told me I had this disease and that ailment and this other illness. The HIPPA laws restrict me from actually telling you what is wrong with me. Sorry, but you understand.

Last year I turned fifty-eight, and once again the doctors and some more doctors diagnosed me with some new this and that and the other diseases. Once again, HIPPA. Sorry again. I suspect that all these conditions aren’t helping me sleep. I don’t really know if they hinder it, though.

One thing though, now that I think about it, when I was in my twenties I slept pretty good. I was serving in the navy then. One time, when I was serving on my first ship, the USS Dupont. (Here is a picture of it if you are interested.) I slept directly under the forward gun mount. While we were at sea for training, I slept through a twenty-one round rapid fire gun-shoot from that mount – directly overhead.

I know you probably aren’t interested in that, but it seemed like a good story to tell about sleep.

So there you have it, I used to sleep – now my sleep is rubbish. You might be interested knowing that my brother Darryl and my other brother Darryl sleep just fine.

I appreciate your concern for me and my sleep. If I can ever do anything to repay you, just let me know.

Yours most sincerely,

Larry


So there you have it journal. I hope she gets it and reads it.

Gotta go. Love ya mean it.

<signed>Larry, and my brother Darryl, and my other brother Darryl

Today’s quote is from Louis L’Amour, the enduringly popular American author of Hondo and How The West Was Won, two novels that were also successful Hollwood movies. The Wikipedia article reports; “L’Amour’s books remain popular and most have gone through multiple printings. At the time of his death some of his 105 existing works were in print (89 novels, 14 short-story collections, and two full-length works of nonfiction) and he was considered ‘one of the world’s most popular writers'”.

Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.~Louis L’Amour.