I came home in the broodingest of broods and was going to forego calling my friend over for another installment of the LWord (I freaking hate that she got me addicted to these DVDs, but I so so love them!) to write instead, and then I got the hiccups. Kind of puts a damper on the dark poetry. Instead, you get a super long entry and a dark unfinished poem I wrote at work today. How lucky are you!
Here is Susan Sarandon:
Here is Susan Sarandon if painter Egon Shiele had his way with her:
I am going to sandwich the darkness. There will be something happier after this: There has been a bit of drama at home this week as we just found out my beautiful, active, health-conscious mother has pretty nasty coronary artery disease. She'd been having some strange symptoms that were starting to get better, and she almost blew off this cardiac catheterization they scheduled for her on Tuesday. While they were doing the whole dye-in-the-bloodstream thing, they found out she had a 90% blockage in one of the three main arteries in her heart, and two significant blockages in a lesser branch of one of the other arteries. They put a stent in the first one immediately. The other two, the doctors decided, would be too dangerous to work on right now. There is not a single thing in her lifestyle that she can change to make the situation any better - she's that freaking healthy already - aside from taking some pills to slow the progress of plaque buildup. It just goes to show that genetics can always trump your best efforts. The worst part: In that sickeningly off-handed way health professionals have, they basically told her she could have a small heart attack from those other blockages anytime.
Here is Susan Sarandon:
Here is Susan Sarandon if painter Egon Shiele had his way with her:
I am going to sandwich the darkness. There will be something happier after this: There has been a bit of drama at home this week as we just found out my beautiful, active, health-conscious mother has pretty nasty coronary artery disease. She'd been having some strange symptoms that were starting to get better, and she almost blew off this cardiac catheterization they scheduled for her on Tuesday. While they were doing the whole dye-in-the-bloodstream thing, they found out she had a 90% blockage in one of the three main arteries in her heart, and two significant blockages in a lesser branch of one of the other arteries. They put a stent in the first one immediately. The other two, the doctors decided, would be too dangerous to work on right now. There is not a single thing in her lifestyle that she can change to make the situation any better - she's that freaking healthy already - aside from taking some pills to slow the progress of plaque buildup. It just goes to show that genetics can always trump your best efforts. The worst part: In that sickeningly off-handed way health professionals have, they basically told her she could have a small heart attack from those other blockages anytime.
Last weekend, I went down to old Oxford, OH with another alumni and my love to eat at the world's best restaurant: Kona Bistro. Then we went for a late-night walk around the campus before it is invaded by college kids in another week. That's when we met Gus:
Felt pretty special after witnessing that. I'd never seen that in action before, but we stood there in the dark, cheering him on for probably 20 minutes until it was clear he'd be drying his wings for quite some time. The next morning, we woke up on a farm:
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Cows are such pastoral creatures, aren't they? I've only had the chance to pat cow head a few times in my life, but I ought to do it again. Of course, HolaGatita and I are still trying to get the chance to visit this place at some point during the fall. Pigs are cool, too, you know.
Damn, the link isn't working at the moment. I hope that it isn't going to close or anything like that.