A message from Warren

 

Be afraid, be very afraid. He will take your mind and play with it prior to tossing it out the window.

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Around my new place.

I promised I would take some pictures of my new location and today seemed as good as any.

First up is a sunset from the other evening. Tucson is famous for these.

Next up is a few views from my landing looking down to the pool area.

Hear are a few looks up towards Mt. Lemon from the parking area.

And finally, a look inside. Some clutter and not everything is in it’s place, but this gives you a glimpse into the new hovel.

Hope you enjoyed this very quick tour. Yes, I like it up here a lot. This is much smaller and easier on me to keep up. Plus…..wait for it….wait…I hear a drum roll…….

 

 

no more yard work. YES!

As a purveyor of fine classical music

I ran across this early this morning and it brought a smile. Just wanted to share and hopefully share that smile with you.

Besides, where else in the world could you see Darth Vader playing an accordion?

To be so blessed.

offered without comment

Over the river and through the woods.

 

OVER THE RIVER AND THROUGH THE WOOD

Over the river and through the wood,
To grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river and through the wood—
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring,
“Ting-a-ling-ding!”
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river and through the wood,
Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting-hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river and through the wood,
And straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go
Extremely slow,
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood —
Now grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for pumpkin-pie!

 

“Over the River and through the Wood“, a favorite holiday poem, was written by Lydia Maria Child. Originally titled, “A Boy’s Thanksgiving Day,” it was first published in Flowers for Children, Vol. 2 in 1844.

today, in 1963

I remember being in class and having the principal come over the loud speaker, telling us what happened and that our parents would soon be at the school to pick us up to go home. I did not know or realize at the time, but things changed that day.

Remembering

An the survey says......

Image via WikipediaI need to catch everyone up with regards to my medical status as of this week. Besides moving, I also had my follow up Pet Scan to my latest round of radiation to my lung. If you have known me for a while or followed my blogs you know what a tenuous time the waiting is. This time was no different but at least I had the moving as a distraction.

The call came first thing last Wednesday morning. My long time Oncology nurse and friend was on the other end and was just busting a smile I could see over the airwaves. The news was good. The treatment showed no uptake and no severe scarring issues. Also, there was no uptake in the throat which my ENT doctor was concerned with. This is real good news and I am very excited to be in good condition currently.

I have been here before. The initial follow up Pet Scan has historically been clean only to come back at the year point. I am staying guardedly positive and not thinking about the cancer so much but in the back of my mind I have to wait until the second scan which will be in about 6 months to finally feel secure in what my condition really is. Such is life.

To be honest, I get tired very easy and still have the pain catch up with me in the evening but at least for now; there is no ‘blackness’ inside me eating away at what is left.
I am alive and I give thanks every day. If you are of like persuasion, I ask that you continue to pray for my health or at least have good thoughts. Know that I have all of you in my prayers as well.

Still living out of some boxes but I at least see the light at the end of the tunnel. In the words of Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce, ‘I shall no more move, forever.’ – Well, sort-a something like that as I have no desire to ever move again. I just hope that is the case. It is very pretty up here and it is amazing how just a little altitude into the foothills make that morning cup of coffee on my patio taste like none other. There is a wonderful chill in the morning breeze and I just watch the clouds hug the mountains. I am happier here than in my previous home though it is much, much smaller. Ah, I needed to get rid of most of that junk anyway. I was a notorious hoarder of anything and everything I have every owned. It was hard, but so much has been either lovingly placed in the capable care of the ‘dump captain’ or passed along to several charities here in town. It was hard, but I have let go of so much.

OK, I wanted to let my friend and acquaintances that follow me here that all is well and we just need to wait for another 6 month scan. Some pictures of the new ‘hovel’ coming soon; I promise.

I just had to share this.

Thanks and a shout out to gocomics.com ; I just had a chuckle to this one over my morning coffee.

 

File this under rumor:

But, I really hope it gets done. Most of you know that I am a ‘pulp’ lover and an avid Doc Savage fan. Well….

Iron Man 3 director says that Doc Savage movie ain't dead yet

The 70’s version with Ron Ely was so bad, even I have a hard time with it. May be this one will be better.