What R U Doing?

I’m sitting in the recliner and watching something on TV (probably a NASCAR race).  I’ve been there for a while and am beginning to feel a need for a stretch and a fresh glass of water.  That’s when Midnight decides it’s time to give me some attention.  So it’s hop on my lap, give me “the look,” settle down and settle in.  What’s with that?

If I’m content to just set there and veg in front of the boob tube, that’s when he decides it is time for him to eat.  It doesn’t matter what the clock says, he thinks it’s time to eat.  And he tells me so in his own pussy cat way.

Once in a while, the planets align and he comes to settle in when I’m content to veg.  Those are good times.  I even keep a comb beside my chair to groom my little buddy at time like these.  (It’s not used on my head, because it is not needed there.)  Sometimes we even nod off and enjoy a nap.  I like that. 🙂

Thought for the Day

“Being popular in the blogosphere is like always sitting at the very best table in the cafeteria at the state mental hospital.”

Okay, that wasn’t original.  I adapted it from a retweet by NASCAR driver, Brad Keselowski, on Twitter.  It was too good not to share it (in modified form) with you. 😉  Share if you dare.

If you can stand any more after that shameless “borrowing,” here are some excerpts from an e-mail that came to me from Sylvia’s cousin, Richard.  He loves to share with us and we look forward to his frequent messages.

I know a guy who’s addicted to brake fluid. He says he can stop any time.

I stayed up all night to see where the sun went. Then it dawned on me.

This girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club, but I’d never met herbivore.

I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. I can’t put it down.

I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.

Energizer bunny arrested. Charged with battery.

I didn’t like my beard at first. Then it grew on me.

What does a clock do when it’s hungry? It goes back four seconds.

I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me!

England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool.

I used to be a banker, but then I lost interest.

Venison for dinner? Oh deer!

I used to think I was indecisive, but now I’m not so sure.

Wokking the Cat ~ Follow up

I woke this morning to find a few e-mails in the electronic inbox.  One of them was from my son, Scott.  His message included a couple of links to videos that went along with yesterday’s post.  They were both good, and I enjoyed them.  However, I like this version better.

For anyone from the Canine Companion Coalition Program, no one here on this Secondary Road wants you to feel left out.  So the following is offered for your benefit and enjoyment with hope that you do.

Now that I’ve offended my dog and cat loving friends out there, it’s time to quit.  Maybe Pricilla will still love me?  A little bit?

Hope you’re having a good week.  Midnight says, “Meow.”

Don’t Wok On My Kitty (rerun)

I posted this some time ago, but it seems good to me to re-post this today.  I hope you enjoy this bit of whimsey.  How would caption the picture above?

Don’t Wok On My Kitty

Don’t wok on my kitty,
Please don’t wok on my cat.
I love my furry feline friend,
I’m here to tell you that.

I do not want him baked or broiled,
Nor cooked up in stir fry.
And if you wok my kitty,
You know I’ll surely cry.

You may have exotic tastes,
And go for things like that.
But don’t wok on my kitty,
Please don’t wok on my cat.

I Have Been Diagnosed

Yesterday, I had a morning appointment at the Orthopedic Clinic in Hastings, Michigan.  I had received a bunch of paper forms.  With Sylvia’s help, I had these ready at check in.  Soon, they called me in for X-rays of my right hand and wrist.  In another room, I was interviewed and they ran a nerve test.  Shocking!  Actually it was more of a tingle, but at times it was quite a jolt.

Later, the doctor came in and he probed some more, completing the tests.  Good news carpal tunnel is not my problem (even though I have a mild case of it).  It is arthritis.  I’m happy that I won’t have to undergo surgery followed by about 6 weeks of doing nothing with my dominant (right) hand. 🙂

Doctor wrote a script for a topical non-steroidal anti-inflammatory gel.  The gel is applied to the problem joints in wrist and hand four times a day.  I’m supposed to massage and work it in well.  Fortunately, it seems to be working. The pain is less now and is more an annoyance than an actual problem.

In two weeks, I go back for a follow up.  I’ll let you know what happens.

Advice on Writing

I wouldn’t take it on myself to give you writing advice.  Too many of you are far more capable and talented than I.  Please allow me to share with you the wisdom of one of my favorite writers, C S Lewis.  In response to a letter he had received, he wrote the following:

What really matters is:–

1. Always try to use the language so as to make quite clear what you mean and make sure your sentence couldn’t mean anything else.

2. Always prefer the plain direct word to the long, vague one. Don’t implement promises, but keep them.

3. Never use abstract nouns when concrete ones will do. If you mean “More people died” don’t say “Mortality rose.”

4. In writing. Don’t use adjectives which merely tell us how you want us to feel about the thing you are describing. I mean, instead of telling us a thing was “terrible,” describe it so that we’ll be terrified. Don’t say it was “delightful”; make us say “delightful” when we’ve read the description. You see, all those words (horrifying, wonderful, hideous, exquisite) are only like saying to your readers, “Please will you do my job for me.”

5. Don’t use words too big for the subject. Don’t say “infinitely” when you mean “very”; otherwise you’ll have no word left when you want to talk about something really infinite.

yours
C.S. Lewis

Personal Update

I met with the NP (nurse practitioner) yesterday.  She asked a lot of questions, examined my wrists and hands very carefully and did a couple of quick and simple tests.  After some more questions she sent a referral via computer to an orthopedic specialist.

In the afternoon, the specialist’s office called with more questions.  I have an appointment for consultation and testing next week on Wednesday.  Based on results of his tests, we’ll determine a course of treatment for this carpal tunnel problem.

I also learned that if they do surgery on my wrist, for six weeks or so afterward I won’t be able to do any work with my right hand. 🙁  That is not thrilling, but I’ll do it to make the nagging pain go away. 🙂

What’s that?

A moment ago, I looked out the window toward the barn and saw what I thought were apple blossoms being blown by the wind.  How pretty, I thought.  Then I looked out the other window (toward the road).  Then I knew . . . those are not apple blossoms.  They are snow flakes.

Did someone shuffle the order of the months this year?  I’m beginning to believe that it has happened.