Head-dibs

  I had an accident last week. Actually I had three. I’ve been dealing with a persistent cough since September. The other night I came home and before I could get to the front door, started coughing and could not stop. Next thing I know, I’m on my back, watching the front porch light come into view. How did I get here, flat on the ground? Am I bleeding? Did I hit my head? Turns out I started a spasmodic cough that exhausted my oxygen (I already battle asthma) and I passed out, scraping my arm on the brick wall as I went down. No, I didn’t hit my head as I collapsed down onto my knees then drifted over backwards, my legs folded underneath me. I was unconscious about 30 seconds. I recovered but was not feeling well for a while.  The next night it happened again. I got out of the car, approached the door and started coughing and blacked out, but only for a few seconds. I did not collapse but was unconscious for a few seconds.  The next day, it happened again, on my day off. ...

 

  “Oh give thanks to the LORD; call upon his name; make known his deeds among the peoples! Sing to him, sing praises to him; tell of all his wondrous works! Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice! Seek the LORD and his strength; seek his presence continually! Remember the wondrous works that he has done, his miracles and the judgments he uttered, O offspring of Israel his servant, children of Jacob, his chosen ones!’” (1 Chronicles 16:7-13)

 Wondering if it’s time for this old fat guy to don we now the Christmas apparel. . . 

 

  Having started a new journal, I needed a new index, so I can remember what I write, and where to find it (with blanks for overflowing lines.

  Heart scars are deepest

 Three things beautiful Ok, “books” was sacrificed for “manuscripts,” for the sake of alliteration. But still, my greatest treasures.

In the stain glass village by the stain glass sea; Up the stain glass steps beyond the stain glass tree,  The stain glass stoa by the stain glass tower Under stain glass sky with a stain glass glour,  Glistens in the gloaming for a stain glass hour. The stain glass fishers from the stain glass shore And the stain glass merchant from his stain glass store With the stain glass cobbler wearing stain glass shoes in the stain glass pub gossip stain glass news. When the stain glass sun sets in a low’ring creep,  The stain glass village nestles for a stain glass sleep.

 “It was surely October that I journeyed. . . “

  Ralph Waldo Emerson, “The American Scholar” An Oration Delivered before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, at Cambridge, August 31, 1837

“Be-de-ya” (Earth, Wind and Fire)