30 December 2019

different people do different things.

jogging past the walgreens today, i hear "'scuse me! 'scuse me!" from a small white SUV in the parking lot. i figure she needs directions and that she can find someone better than me to get them from -- plus, i've just received the go-ahead from a man exiting the walgreens parking lot and need to keep moving in order to stay warm.

i work my way around starbucks and over behind publix, and again I hear "'scuse me! 'scuse me!". lo & behold, stopped right there in the middle of the dead end street is the white SUV from the walgreens parking lot. so i pause my jog and give her a May I Help You look and she leans across to holler out the passenger's side window: "I just want to know if you know Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior!"

(i thought this showed quite a commitment to evangelism, to chase me down like that.)

for myself, having a bit of southern baptist in me and having once been baptized in a crick, i feel justified in telling her "yes!" with a smile and a wave, but it looks like she might get out of the vehicle, so i go ahead and throw in an overhead-double-jazz-hands "hallelujah!" which seems to satisfy her, as she waves and rolls up the window.

what i conclude is that her 2019 new year's resolution was "save me 50 souls for jesus" and she left the completion of said resolution a little late in the game, boxing herself into the "chase down strangers" corner. like my mama said, different people do different things.

14 September 2019

don't know what the solution might be

i had an idea for a blog post, and wanted to link it to a previous post, and so i went to look for that previous post, and oh. oh. oh my, i used to be a writer. prose and poetry, essays and dreams. oh my. what has happened to me. i can blame busyness, but it doesn't make me feel any better about myself.

the blog post i wanted to write is to capture my idea of an infinite toolbox. when 3-D printers are in the home, see, you can have one that prints tools as you need them. this would go for garage tools, kitchen tools, and so on. you print what you need, and if it is not something you will use everyday, you just toss the plastic or metal back into the bin that feeds the printer, and when you need another tool, you print it.

cool, huh?

well, i wrote a post once about a skype wall, where you can sit down with far-flung friends and family, and have a meal together by skype. you can sit side-by-side by the screen, and it's like being at table together. now it's nearly coming true with those portal devices that are available. so, i wanted to say, here's my new idea and maybe it will come true like my old idea.

but i got sad when i saw how wonderful a writer i used to be, and i thought about how i don't do that anymore.

11 August 2019

gilt by association || a melodrama in one act

maxie sat in the aqua vinyl chair. the new rolling stone was absently thrown across the formica tabletop. while maxie was noticing how some of the little gold specks in the tabletop closely resembled knute rockne, she dreww a quick breath. "i know that man," she told the baby with the beet-covered face. "i know that man in the magazine." the baby's moth opened and beets fell out.


(i found this original piece by me in a file of undated material, while cleaning out my home office.)

18 April 2019

we are runners.

you size up the competition
as you shake hands
with all the usual suspects.
that one guy is here -
you'll show him.

you toe the line.
the road stretches out before you
empty and beckoning,
clear as an invitation.
in the near distance,
the lead bicyclist waits.

you hum along with the national anthem singer.
i don't hear that it's happening at all
until y'all are halfway in,
and conversations quiet
as hats come off in a wave through the crowd.

my place is mid-pack.
i swing my arms to maintain
a modest bubble of personal space
amid strollers
and pets
and costumed hobbyjoggers
and children.
i am anonymous.

the gun fires and we are off,
you and i.

you are out of the gate like a cannon shot,
a thoroughbred - formed for this.
you strain but it doesn't show:
you know better than to waste energy on a grimace.

i bob and weave.
the crowd is thick
and without rhythm.
children sprint then deadstop in my path.
a gaggle of giggling bridesmaids glide past in a miasma of mimosa.
a stroller wheel catches my heel.
a dog's leash is a tripwire.

i see you coming back
while i am still going out.
you are beautiful.
you are inspiring.
you will not be defeated.

the crowd thins and i can breathe,
and i set my sights on one and one and one,
and one by one they are behind me.
i will not be defeated.

as i make my way back to the car,
you are there -
receiving adulation like a savior.
you showed that guy.
you showed us all,
on this day.

you race to be
the winner,
and i race to be
not the loser,
and we are both fierce competitors.
we are both fierce.

we are not the same in many ways,
but on this day, we are the same
in the most important way:
we are runners.

04 April 2019

i'm back! did ya miss me?

i'm back! remember how i said i was goign to get my masters? remember that? like, 6 or 7 months ago? well, i did. that's right, got my masters in like 6 months. sounds exceptional, i know. thing is, knocking out schoolwork is kind of my superpower, so...

anyhoo, news is that i have a vocal fold polyp. yeah, now calm down. first, a vocal fold is basically what we call a vocal chord. second, a polyp on the vocal chord is not at all like a polyp on, say, the colon. polyp is just sort of a generic word for "popping out kind of thingie". on the vocal fold, a polyp is extremely much like a blister. extremely much like a blister in every way except that it won't pop or go away on its own. so, it won't go away, but at the same time, it's not really doing any harm. well, except i am a little hoarse. "neigh" haha.

srsly tho. hoarse and a couple times since december 100% laryngitic. not a big deal except when the laryngitis falls on a day i have a conference call. hah hah ugh. overall, not a thing, except when it is.

treatment... the doc recommends vocal therapy. like, i am talking wrong and need to correct it. this doesn't resonate with me because i have rarely been hoarse and LITERALLY never lost my voice completely, in my whole life, until recently. if i were doing the talking incorrectly, i would have had a problem before now, right? right. except he said it can be like a knee injury and over time it just gets worse and worse until you fall over. hm. maybe i have been doing the talking incorrectly until i finally fell over.

so i am checking with insurance to see what's covered because vocal therapy is extraspensive. if insurance doesn't cover it, the doc can recommend some "community based" speech pathologists. i actually know a speech pathologist, so if it comes to that, i will hit her up. but still, vocal therapy. i am skeptical. also - i am not clear on whether the vocal therapy can make the polyp go away, or just help me not make it worse, or what.

then. then! the doc told a story about a cross fit instructor who yelled her polyp into non-existence. "now don't go try to scream it away, haha," he said, hahaingly. well, why the hell not? seems a reasonable approach to me.

i have opted for now to: stop taking so much zyrtec-d, although it's my wubby, and stop talking so much, which is hard because i don't talk much as it is, and start drinking more water, which is also difficile because i am quite the drinker. #ofwater

if you enjoyed this thrilling polyp chat, well look for more excitement in the days to come!