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Tuesday Musing – Day +6

The whole time I was doing the seven weeks of radiation the technicians and the nurses warned me that the two to three weeks after the treatment ended would be bad to worse…They spoke truth. The burns on my neck didn’t begin to manifest until after the last treatment was through. The internal pain while much the same level as the last few weeks has not lessened at all. If anything, yawning is a bigger pain than ever before.

I’m sure this will pass and the voice will come back…It’s tough being the father of a teenage daughter and unable to raise your voice.

I said it at the time, but I truly wish I kept my mouth shut about the weather…Seems like I barely posted my comments before the heat came pouring down on us from up north. When both the temperature and the humidity are in the 90’s…Well, it ain’t pretty. The next time the weather is being relatively nice remind me to shut up…Please?

I received an email from Mother Jones Magazine today with the following link:

Adopt the Sky – Sign the petition for cleaner air

Run on over and sign up to adopt your own square mile of sky over America. Mine is in South Carolina. As a person who grew up with asthma, I can relate to their drive to clean up the air. My childhood asthma was caused by an allergic reaction to sulfur. Funny how that worked out since my Grandpa worked in a sulfur refinery/mine. Add to that the location of my childhood home was just about a mile south of the Houston Ship Channel and all of the petrochemical plants that lined it. For years visits to my grandparents would guarantee an asthma attack. Every release of sulfuric acid into the air from the plants would also trigger an attack, and those releases were not that rare in Houston during the 1960’s and ’70’s. I missed a lot of school during those years due to being up half the night fighting for breath.

Sign their petition…Every child deserves to breath clean air…While you are at it, stop by the Earthjustice site and sign up for their email notifications. If you are going to piss off the politicians, you might as well do it for a good cause. Besides, I just love their tagline…Because the Earth needs a good lawyer. I know…It’s just so Liberal of me.

On a personal note, while I am recuperating around the house I am managing to finally paint the living and dining room of our house. We bought the paint about a year ago but could never find the time when someone wasn’t in the room to actually slap it on the walls. Since the last time these walls were painted was when we moved in…Well, let’s just say they really needed a fresh coat of paint. I am not rushing…I am taking it easy ya know. One wall a day…one wall of trim. No hurry, it will get done this week. Call it meditation with a brush.

The morning has run and so should I…

Fragments From Floyd: June 2002 Archives

Fragments From Floyd: June 2002 Archives

June 5, 2002
Summer LightningThe animals have been tended, my wife and son have left for work, and I am alone watching the first rays of a humid, empty day through the windows. I am in my slippers, merely waiting, early into my second month “between jobs”. Waiting: on epiphanies, promised calls, revelation, solace, inspiration.

There are few places I would rather be today than in our remote valley in Floyd County, this land that envelops us, a country that is more like home than anywhere we have ever lived. I drink the last of the morning coffee in the midst of a sanctuary of harmony and light that my eyes and internal rhythms are just now adjusting to, and it feels to me as if a healing is happening here. Solitude, health, natural beauty, time empty waiting to be filled and a smattering of expectation– blessings brought home to me in the dark, last night.

So begins one of the earliest of Fred First’s Fragments From Floyd post’s. It was these words and more like them I discovered buried in the archives of FFF that eventually led to the purchase of a book. A purchase consummated before the book had physical structure, a book taken from those very same archives, words polished like the stones from the creek beside the house in that hollow in Floyd County.

I was playing around tonight building the beginnings of a commonplace book of days, based on an idea from Kate who posted about whiskey rivers commonplace book. One of the quotes I had saved to notebook way back when dealt with Anne’s falls at FFF. That sent me wandering back to see how far I could travel into the past at Fragments…It seems I can get all the way back (correct me if I’m wrong Fred), June 2002…

I know Fred is having some difficulties getting the archive to working in WordPress, but it’s all there, read it if you haven’t chanced that way before. Follow the growth of a blogger turned author…

Sunday Morning, 5th of August, Twenty O’Seven

This morning Garrison informs us of a birthday…

It’s the birthday of Wendell Berry born in Port Royal, Kentucky (1934). He grew up on farmland that had belonged to his family since 1803. He went on to college and to graduate school. He lived in California and Italy and New York City. But through all those years, he never stopped thinking about the place where he grew up, and he finally decided to move back to the area permanently. Most of his city friends thought he was crazy, but he bought a small farm in his hometown, which still had a population of only a hundred or so people, and he began farming it the way his grandfather had taught him, without any machines.

He grew squash, corn, and tomatoes, and he got a flock of sheep, a milk cow, and some horses. And he wrote about his experiences as a farmer in more than 40 books of poetry, fiction, and essays. His collections of poetry include The Farm (1995) and A Timbered Choir (1998). But he’s best known for his essays in books such as The Gift of Good Land (1981), What Are People For? (1990), and Life Is a Miracle: An Essay Against Modern Superstition (2000).

Wendell Berry said, “Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.”

Wendell Berry’s “The Art Of The Commonplace” is on my “to read or reread” stack right now. He is keeping good company, the stack right now has books by Annie Dillard, Barbara Kingsolver, Michael Pollan and my friend Fred First.

Happy Birthday Mr. Berry…

The annual driving test a success | – Houston Chronicle

Last Wednesday I got up early, ate a hearty breakfast, climbed in the old pickup and went out to perform my annual Loop 610 Test.

This is the test I take at least once a year to see if I can still drive in Houston freeway traffic without endangering myself and the general public.

About 10 years ago, when I had celebrated my 75th birthday, I was hearing friends not yet 65 say they were no longer comfortable driving on the Loop or on Interstate 10. That set me to wondering — was I already too old to drive in this town?

So I began the test, in which I get on the Loop when it’s running fast and go all the way around, to see how I do. I’ve passed the test for 10 straight years, and on Wednesday I passed it again with no trouble.

You have to give Leon Hale credit for facing Houston traffic, I love to drive but Houston traffic (which is where I learned to drive) can be intimidating to the most serene driver. I’m not sure what it says but I loved his final statement…

My Timex said I needed 40 minutes to go around. That’s almost two minutes longer than I’ve ever taken before.

So here’s what this latest test tells me: As a Houston freeway driver I may not be getting any worse. But I am getting slower.

Other than mentioning the inordinate amount of rain we have had this year on the Texas Gulf coast, I’ve not discussed our weather too much lately. The main reason has been, I don’t want to jinx us. We have made it to August this year with a minimal number of extreme temperature days. Watching the SW and the NE hitting temperatures above normal, I am happy that our temps have stayed about 10° below normal for the most part. Granted, our 90° days when the humidity is above 90% still requires air conditioning to remove water vapor from the air.

Time to move about, have a great Sunday.

Photo Friday – Wet

This is what my front yard has looked like on way too many days this summer.

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