Dragoons

 

Edema

Why can't I get into my boots? It mustuh been that bag of gummi worms three weeks ago. 

Then, this morning, my foot was noticeably disfigured and my thigh had swelled by a third. I'm obese, but this weight gain was WAY too sudden. Home remedy for edema is to elevate the limb(s) for an hour.

The nueropathy in my feet and in the fingers of my right hand has been unrelenting. I can only walk about 600 feet, round trip. I increased my meds from two times a day to every 7 hours.

What next? Do I wait to find out? The ongoing question.

Fidelity

Early on, even before any awareness of

polyamoury, fidelity seemed a senseless term.

Dependant upon a view toward the future, it

smacked of yet another of the questionable ideas

Buddhism was purported to cure. I credited it, in

the (alleged) contemporary mind, to Puritanism

and the general influence of christianity. Nuff said.

It's A Carrot

At the tender age of 16, I adopted Waiting For Godot as my bible. I interpreted the scene wherein Estragon asks Vladimir for a carrot as a statement, perhaps a parody, about desire and motivation.

In my 40s, i leaped from bed each morning, often as early as 3 a.m. The "carrot" was contemporary art.

Sunset

My days of leaping are past and motivation is a ridiculous term. Now, with each awakening, I sometimes find some enthusiasm. If I contemplate meaning, there's wonder at the incomprehensible unknown, sprinkled, maybe, with some curiosity: What chance circumstance might occur today to inflect my psyche? 

The spectrum of my emotions continues to expand as love, in its myriad manifestations, deepens.

Mowing my way through a bag of carrots, I tossed the stub in the general direction of infinity. It caught on the wire. Jung is chuckling.

Casa de Puertas Amarillas

 

I've been lucky in love.

January 22nd

Univ of AZ Art Museum

 

Click or tap on images to largen,

but it takes you out of the post and can be annoying

A Wonderful Day!

Maestro Gomez led the Tucson Symphony Orchestra (TSO) through an astounding performance of the overture to Der Meistersinger followed by several of Wagner's leider. Then came Beethoven's 9th symphoby with an 80-member chorus. 

All of it was world-class. The ovation was rousing but I was surprised to see many did not recognize the quality of the experience. Oh, well.

I hooted, hollered and coaxed a few more to their feet by shouting, "If you're not standing, you don't know what you just heard.

Packed house.

Dinner was Japanese at Yoshimotu. It was WAY over-rated. An example of people applauding too loudly out of lack of experience. We're slowly learning not to rely on other peoples' reviews. But the stout beer was good and we had a splendid time discussing the performance.

She then hung on the last minutes of the score between the 49ers & the Texas somebodies. Myself, I pride in having gotten through life with only about ten minutes of football; soccer, maybe 45.

A wonderful day!