Physician and writer, and prisoner of a very demanding cat, I am interested in why people do what they do and live as they live. Now, with time for introspection during these days of sequestering, I am learning about myself as well. I love a good mystery and I'm in the process of writing one. It will be a journey to new places meeting new people and I surely would love a companion to come along with me for the ride.
Happy days, sad days, loss, discovery, friendship, enemyship, frustration, accomplishment, acceptance, rejection, love, hate, attraction, repulsion, selfishness, selflessness, guilt, innocence, getting it, not getting it, hope, hopelessness, and beauty of mind and spirit.
NO MORE HEADINGS (IN BOLDFACE)-GET OVER IT
So this is my second posting and basically I have been trying to figure out for days exactly HOW to blog post. This came to be like a new age Manhattan Project. For those of you who were born after the last pandemic we had (10 years ago?) the phrase "Manhattan Project" has come to mean anything involving lots of complicated stuff as did the building and exploding of an atomic bomb. Which the USA did. Twice. We have been trying to make up for that ever since. If we as a nation helped to bring a successful Covid-19 vaccine to market, in a timely fashion, well it's the least we could do. Now there is a lot of concern about vaccine safety and efficacy and conspiracy theories and just plain dumbhead rhetoric about the virus and the vaccine. In some zip codes (nervously, some very close to mine)I think it's part of the sequestration effect that has lead to denial, brain short circuits, and many cross the fence fighting between neighbors. But I've digressed waaaay out because this was about me learning to post. My new friend Jayson who was on the helpline and who will probably be only a memory from here on out (you never get the same person twice, I've called about 30 times) walked me through it step by step, and he did well, but Im still having problems with the font thing though I've managed to figure out type size, for you/us myopics out there. So, I promised you a poem for this week and I know you are anxiously awaiting it. By the way, is anybody out there? Does anybody care? Does anybody see what I see? (1776, the musical) John Adams--what a guy. I'm sure he's turning over in his grave just about now. Blogging is all about stream of consciousness--yes?
The aching darkness of despair
Falling, falling through blackened air
As I float down in the mire
Frissions of fear chip away the veneer
Till shapeless silence is all that's there
Yup it's a feel good piece. Caio for now.