Today in the morning we celebrated his 1st BAB (Birthday after bypass), the first of hopefully many more to come.
Last year right about the same time I am writing this, I was hiding in the chapel of the hospital, which amused a lot of people for months. No, the sky did not fall down on me, neither was I hit by lightning. It simply was the quietest place I could find, far away from nurses and doctors I was able to listen to music during a long time of waiting.
If the world was crazy, you know what I’d eat? A big slice of soup and a whole quart of meat A lemonade sandwich, and then I might try Some roasted ice cream or a bicycle pie A nice notebook salad, an underwear roast An omelet of hats and some crisp cardboard toast A thick malted milk made from pencils and daisies And that’s what I’d eat if the world was crazy
It’s not easy to congratulate the winner, no matter if it’s a sports event or an election. Presumably that you gave your best best, it stings a bit. Dreams and hopes crumbled, we find ourselves questioning if we have done everything right.
Some things only happen on TV. The bad things, even when based on a true story, never happen in our own neighborhoods. We live in a safe cocoon. Crime and violence happen somewhere else, until one day when it sets foot in your own neighborhood.
It comes from a very ancient democracy, you see…” “You mean, it comes from a world of lizards?” “No,” said Ford, who by this time was a little more rational and coherent than he had been, having finally had the coffee forced down him, “nothing so simple. Nothing anything like so straightforward. On its world, the people are people. The leaders are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards rule the people.” “Odd,” said Arthur, “I thought you said it was a democracy.”