The pity party is over.
I’m back for good this time.
I got so down with being first hospitalized, and then confined to home nursing care and IV antibiotics for the last few months that I started getting the worst thoughts going through my head.
Things like is this how it ends for me?
Some invalid reliant on the whole world for my existence?
Even worse was when I started thinking about my beloved Karen.
Is this her life forever?
Being my everything, but not anyone’s first choice.
She is much too kind and pure of a person to admit to anything other than enjoying her life.
“I would do for you if the roles were reversed,” just doesn’t resonate with the same intensity it did when I first got my leg removed.
But, this is America. Land of comebacks and redemption.
By sinking so low I have achieved a clarity of purpose.
I still have a whole lot more I want to do and I am just one good prosthetic away from getting to it.
But I am starting back with this, my blog.
I still have a whole lot more to say and comment on and we know what they say about opinions and a**holes…
My goals are to get back to regularly scheduling my charity shows and then to move on to playing out as a solo act in the many available music venues here. Of course, in the back of my (according to Karen the Domestic Despot—still developing) brain, I am holding out a slight hope of putting a rock/blues band together.
But I am also still building and blocking my novel If Only and I must finish it in six months (fingers crossed).
It’s only three games into the NCAA football season and once again, my beloved Fighting Irish of Notre Dame have come up short. They lost to a team they were favored to beat by five touchdowns in Notre Dame stadium. Just one week removed from beating a top ten team in one of the toughest places to play–a road game at Texas A&M.
Now, with no conference championship to play for, they absolutely must win every one of their remaining games if they hope to qualify for this year’s expanded playoff.
And even then…
It’s been warm around here for the past month or so and to hear the locals talk, it is a drought of biblical proportions.
I just smile and think back to my stints in Las Vegas and again in Phoenix, Arizona.
They talk about drought………
That thing with the exploding phones and pagers in Palestine.
Just you wait until it happens in the USA.
Fuck it, let’s go back to smoke signals.
I’ve always looked at cell phones as more of an intrusion than a convenience anyway.
So it’s a tie game in the bottom of the ninth in Game seven of the World Series and Maddogg steps up to the plate….
Don’t bet against the comeback player of the year.
Stay well.
