Leaving New Zealand for the 23rd year!!!
The past 5 months have been a most amusing time, space, era, what ever one wishes to name it. I may write about it in the future but, for now: NO.
A few years ago I could write about my having Cancer. My Knee replacement... performing concerts... my hikes on planet earth I never dreamed of experiencing the beauty of such places within nature... Learning spiritual in sites. Accepting my bodies physical being. I have written about it in my past blogs over the years however, not tonight. Possibly not ever. WHY?
I have learned we can NEVER return to our past but, far into the future we will still LOOK BACK, until we UNDERSTAND all our many questions and somehow put them into words, music, paintings... then possibly, just maybe, we will still remain SILENT, BECAUSE THIS KNOWLEDGE WAS NOT MEANT TO BE SHARED!
WE WILL KEEP IT HIDDEN LIKE A PEARL IN THE OYSTER OF OUR GRAY AND AGING HANDS...
I have lived inside the energy of many emotions, feelings, times with friends and family that are GONE! They are dead.
They, all the people I have in the past loved and know, live inside my mind and heart.
NOW at 66 I have found new friends... people much younger than me. They cannot ever know my friends and loved ones from my past that have died... but... just possibly I will live inside younger hearts and minds long after I am dead and gone. They will remember the funny old man that............. the man that no one except those that have known me will be able to explain or better yet hold the memory of me within a certain sacred place hidden inside their hearts and minds. A place they can laugh about or better yet eternally love.
Will post more after the trip home.
Friday, April 26, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
One Hell of a weird Day.
Today was a strange old day as they say. I slept like a rock last night. I finished watching a movie that I quite like: THE WAY. If anyone is familiar with tramping, hiking, walking... it is about one of the most famous walks on the planet. One of those "Walks about SELF DISCOVERY type things".
Awoke feeling great. Made one of my favorite breakfasts: fried potatoes with onions and peppers... lots of ground salt and pepper. Bacon, just the way I like it... two poached eggs on toast and cups of strong black coffee.
The day started going sour when I tried to down load the HEAD LINE news from the States... SLOW beyond imagination... I mean the WIFI was "struggling" like a person without arms or legs.
I was patient and forgiving.
My partner informed me that I had failed on keeping the house clean. WTF! By hell, I flew into super clean demon and began in the kitchen. Microwave clean, STOVE DETAILED. Scrubbed floor and bathroom off from the kitchen. Cleaned dinning room. Dusted and polished all the furniture in the Lounge and then plugged in the vacuum. By God, this place looked as shiny as the head of a straight pin.
Then the drama with the airlines... finally have that sussed out. Spent one entire hour on the phone dealing with this crap. We were going to the gym and grocery, but Michael decided NOT. I should walk down to the CBD of Q/town and purchase groceries etc... Okay. I love to walk. He had his hand full of taking care of his mother and I needed to get out of the "CLEANING SYNDROME".
I have my back pack on my back where it belongs. My dark glasses protecting my eyes, a warm jacket because it is cold... walk down Panorama Place. Panorama Terrace is a mess with the re surfacing of the old street after putting all the electric and telephone lines UNDER GROUND. I have spoken to the very young blond man that is on the crew working on the project many times. He told me to cross the road carefully and then be aware as I walked down Suburb street... it was covered in gravel. I grinned and thanked him for his kindness toward me. (I am 66 but I think I am 36)
I get to Suburb St. OMG... my feet went flying from under my body and I landed on my right knee.
A huge semi truck was coming up the street... mind you, this is an extremely STEEP STREET. A knee killer. The truck could not make the incline. It suddenly stopped. At this point I am laying on the gravel thinking: Okay, collect yourself into one heap and get on your feet... keep walking... but my right knew is 'wet' blood... no pain... no my left shoulder is screaming out with pain.
The driver of the semi was a big burly, hairy bear. His wife a little waif of a person. She is out directing traffic. They asked me IF I was OKAY. Being a strong young Mormon years ago I said: " Oh, yes! I simply slid on the loose gravel. I will be fine!" The fat hairy driver said: "This could have been really ugly. The road is like driving on black ice..." I reassured him I was fine.
I limped into town. Went to 4 Square market. Purchased items we needed. Then walked into Henry's House of Spirits and Wines... the gorgeous young Brazilian girl that works there said hello and how was I? I said fine. I am going to buy a bottle of RUA PINOT NOIR 2012. I hobble to the row the wine is sitting on and she shrieks. "WHAT? YOU ARE LIMPING? WHAT IS WRONG?" Well, I told her I fell on some gravel. She grabs my pant leg and lefts it so as to see the wound. Hail Mary Full of Grace... we had it fixed. She said: "Look YOU are one of my favorite customers... I want to buy you the bottle of RUA." I said: "NO! It is far to expensive." She screamed "NO!" If I were 30 years younger I would have made love to this woman every day of her life!
I take a cab home and of all the drivers i get my favorite young German Driver. He gets me back to Panorama Place and lifts my groceries out of the back seat. I walk into my studio and my I pad is making music?
WTF? It took me an hour to get the thing back to I tunes the right way and cancel the playing of this wonderful but not needed music.
I pop two more tramadol pain pills... I pour a glass of the gorgeous Pinot Noir and then crash bang out of the universe my knee starts to bleed... well, excuse me, but what in holy hell is going on?
I cannot get on the Internet, I fall dead at walking... the entire day was OUT OF SORTS WITH ALL IT'S BITS AND PIECES! Finally: I made a plate of cheese and french bread... my wine and I am fine. I have dinner prepped. Barbecue beef, coleslaw, and garlic bread.
Last night I finished watching THE WAY... maybe it had something to do with my WALKING and TALKING... I do love that movie. I have taken many walks on the wild side. OMG possibly it is time for another walk... ALONE but with a lot of medication. I do have some very kind GP'S.
Opening Concert of the NZSO was magic as always. Will write about it soon. It is raining. I mean a very serious down pour. Good thing for the gardens and the planet.
I recall once being told that sometimes there is nothing worse in one's life than the sensation of CRASHING into a LIMITATION!
Damn that fall... I am fine now... thanks to Pain Pills and Wine... see you in my dreams.
Awoke feeling great. Made one of my favorite breakfasts: fried potatoes with onions and peppers... lots of ground salt and pepper. Bacon, just the way I like it... two poached eggs on toast and cups of strong black coffee.
The day started going sour when I tried to down load the HEAD LINE news from the States... SLOW beyond imagination... I mean the WIFI was "struggling" like a person without arms or legs.
I was patient and forgiving.
My partner informed me that I had failed on keeping the house clean. WTF! By hell, I flew into super clean demon and began in the kitchen. Microwave clean, STOVE DETAILED. Scrubbed floor and bathroom off from the kitchen. Cleaned dinning room. Dusted and polished all the furniture in the Lounge and then plugged in the vacuum. By God, this place looked as shiny as the head of a straight pin.
Then the drama with the airlines... finally have that sussed out. Spent one entire hour on the phone dealing with this crap. We were going to the gym and grocery, but Michael decided NOT. I should walk down to the CBD of Q/town and purchase groceries etc... Okay. I love to walk. He had his hand full of taking care of his mother and I needed to get out of the "CLEANING SYNDROME".
I have my back pack on my back where it belongs. My dark glasses protecting my eyes, a warm jacket because it is cold... walk down Panorama Place. Panorama Terrace is a mess with the re surfacing of the old street after putting all the electric and telephone lines UNDER GROUND. I have spoken to the very young blond man that is on the crew working on the project many times. He told me to cross the road carefully and then be aware as I walked down Suburb street... it was covered in gravel. I grinned and thanked him for his kindness toward me. (I am 66 but I think I am 36)
I get to Suburb St. OMG... my feet went flying from under my body and I landed on my right knee.
A huge semi truck was coming up the street... mind you, this is an extremely STEEP STREET. A knee killer. The truck could not make the incline. It suddenly stopped. At this point I am laying on the gravel thinking: Okay, collect yourself into one heap and get on your feet... keep walking... but my right knew is 'wet' blood... no pain... no my left shoulder is screaming out with pain.
The driver of the semi was a big burly, hairy bear. His wife a little waif of a person. She is out directing traffic. They asked me IF I was OKAY. Being a strong young Mormon years ago I said: " Oh, yes! I simply slid on the loose gravel. I will be fine!" The fat hairy driver said: "This could have been really ugly. The road is like driving on black ice..." I reassured him I was fine.
I limped into town. Went to 4 Square market. Purchased items we needed. Then walked into Henry's House of Spirits and Wines... the gorgeous young Brazilian girl that works there said hello and how was I? I said fine. I am going to buy a bottle of RUA PINOT NOIR 2012. I hobble to the row the wine is sitting on and she shrieks. "WHAT? YOU ARE LIMPING? WHAT IS WRONG?" Well, I told her I fell on some gravel. She grabs my pant leg and lefts it so as to see the wound. Hail Mary Full of Grace... we had it fixed. She said: "Look YOU are one of my favorite customers... I want to buy you the bottle of RUA." I said: "NO! It is far to expensive." She screamed "NO!" If I were 30 years younger I would have made love to this woman every day of her life!
I take a cab home and of all the drivers i get my favorite young German Driver. He gets me back to Panorama Place and lifts my groceries out of the back seat. I walk into my studio and my I pad is making music?
WTF? It took me an hour to get the thing back to I tunes the right way and cancel the playing of this wonderful but not needed music.
I pop two more tramadol pain pills... I pour a glass of the gorgeous Pinot Noir and then crash bang out of the universe my knee starts to bleed... well, excuse me, but what in holy hell is going on?
I cannot get on the Internet, I fall dead at walking... the entire day was OUT OF SORTS WITH ALL IT'S BITS AND PIECES! Finally: I made a plate of cheese and french bread... my wine and I am fine. I have dinner prepped. Barbecue beef, coleslaw, and garlic bread.
Last night I finished watching THE WAY... maybe it had something to do with my WALKING and TALKING... I do love that movie. I have taken many walks on the wild side. OMG possibly it is time for another walk... ALONE but with a lot of medication. I do have some very kind GP'S.
Opening Concert of the NZSO was magic as always. Will write about it soon. It is raining. I mean a very serious down pour. Good thing for the gardens and the planet.
I recall once being told that sometimes there is nothing worse in one's life than the sensation of CRASHING into a LIMITATION!
Damn that fall... I am fine now... thanks to Pain Pills and Wine... see you in my dreams.
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