Friday, January 4, 2008
Each of us has a name given by God and given by our parents.
Each of us has a name given by our stature and our smile and given by what we wear.
Each of us has a name given by the mountains and given by our walls.
Each of us has a name given by the stars and given by our neighbors.
Each of us has a name given by our sins and given by our longing.
Each of us has a name given by our enemies and given by our love.
Each of us has a name given by our celebrations and given by our work.
Each of us has a name given by the seasons and given by our blindness.
Each of us has a name given by the sea and given by our death.
My partner, the Beloved, used this in her father's funeral service. Go to this website for more information:
Well it had to be didn't it, love them or hate them I bet you've been asked about New Year resolutions. So with no more fuss here is this weeks Friday Five;
1. Do you make New Year resolutions?
2. Is this something you take seriously, or is it a bit of fun?
3. Share one goal for 2008.
ARE YOU LISTENING? Well if I have to, I would take relaxation more seriously and swim more (once my various wounds and holes heal!)
4. Money is no barrier, share one wild/ impossible dream for 2008: Let's see...I'd start by touring the world by ship, hitting all the major and minor ports, particularly the ones I studies as an art student. Then I'd visit all the great places to live, and build a house in each one, this would include a big apartment in Manhattan, Not too big-wouldn't want to be greedy, but at least 4 bedrooms and a study each for me and BL. Don't forget that state of the art kitchen and at least 3 bathrooms.
5. Someone wants to publish a story of your year in 2008, what will the title of that book be? There Were Good Times There Were Bad Times There Were Strange Times
Thursday, January 3, 2008
My T tube ex ray showed another gallstone which has to be removed in the same way that gave me pancreatitis. I'm a little depressed. In addition, the super gi doc, alleged, is out of town until 1/17.
I went to my surgeon high on painkillers prepared to have my t-tube removed, but noooo! I have the mystery stone that has been hiding until last week when it suddenly appeared and cannot stay!
I have nothing else to say. I'm so depressed.
Note to self: After 20 years of sobriety, 2 painkillers can turn me into my 89 year old aunt, from an introvert to extrovert, quiet to loquacious. Now I now why they call it a social lubricant!