Wasted Words…?

Little if anything to post or publish that is not about me.  I am  conscientious  as the next person to realize that (me) just ain’t that exciting/glamorous or “in possession of profound insight/mystical adult knowledge”.  All I know and I know well is me, my life and experiences.  Something intangible yeah something like my inner dialogue tells me that once you come to know someone its OK not to be so concerned about  minute to minute life. I mostly feel that sharing  and living  where a purposely meaningful life exist.(tried to fix previous sentence and failed).

With the ending of summer a  reflection defines the word ‘austerity’. We have lacked rain most of the high-summer days which previously in the spring of 2016 resulted in a surplus of ground water. Now, yes now the rains have returned in abundance. Bring life to the yards, the trees, shrubs, bushes and wildlife. How obviously the vigor of life returns….” when those parched shackles are removed”.

What a great place to stop when writing….I’ve said a few things, shared a bit and how about a picture of ME…haha! Hope and wish all other bloggers are doing OK with all the trolls  well at least for me so I write sparingly y’all.



Me making an artistic statement.



Dude the Cat seriously not impressed with my artistic skill but he is warming up to the creative side.☮


And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock



Come & Go Blues. . . .

Winter has seemingly come & gone or so it feels with this our springish weather. Plenty of sunshine to put the laundry on the line instead of the dryer. Marriages more so than engagements are all the rage, in the parks, the beach and any venue seemingly available. It  (Spring) is in the air and sky, the breeze and  morning dew. Buds are on the trees with some species blooming now and all the rest, from azaleas and dogwoods, even the little yellow flowers marching towards their colorful glory.

Why I have enjoyed this season of the year is at times a mystery. There are the emotional connections as well as those panic attack feelings of euphoria from the smells (sinus infections) , the changing weather (hail-v-tornados)  and eye catching colors (hay-fever).

My freshman year (1973) I had become friends with a couple who were seriously in passion and seriously in love with one another. The spring of ’74’ myself and some others  received formal invitations to Ricki and Les’s wedding. Just the excuse for a 3-day weekend and that we did.  Making the long story short we partied all night before the wedding, mainly because Les wanted to stay up all night and rap (not the rap of today). Truly the next morning everyone was dressed and ready to go in time. The wedding was a success although I don’t believe the marriage was.  And I lived to tell the tale ( most of his bachelor party  you will not hear from me but it was seriously tame compared with ‘today’s’ generation).

Myrtle beach 1974

William at 19 in Myrtle Beach S.C.

Their wedding was bright and sunny on the beach,  gentle sunshine, rolling swells, the birds being chased by the water along the shore. Perfect day and all that was missing was a unicorn (the bride) and ……………fill in the blank. It was Les when we arrived who grabbed me, took my shoes (physically removed them) and said, ‘no shoes on the beach’. I flustered  and protested all of 2 seconds and capitulated to his insistence. I thought I was cool till I met that dude ‘Les’. Yeah man, you were good to me and showed me the simple things like the no shoes on the beach. But you owed me, yeah. How many nights did you knock at 2am and bum a smoke, or 10am out of the shower shouting at nobody in particular for a ‘free’ towel. Come on, who goes to the shower and then stands naked hollering for someone to bring it to you cause you knew going in you didn’t have one? Les did and we loved him all the more for it. And Ricki his bride? She was 180 degrees different. Her yin and Him yang I suppose. She would give a friend the shirt off her back the same as I gave Les the shirt off mine……more than once.



Les in the Tux-Me sitting-John behind me & J. Parks in the green jacket I sorta guess.


It’s a beautiful time of year although we have had snow up and until April. The mornings are starting earlier along with the song birds and my cat.  ‘Dude’ demands yard time earlier and earlier and refuses to come back in until the last and I mean in no uncertain terms, the last bird has nested for the night………TWICE!!  Winter may have come and gone but spring still has some growing to do.



Red flowering camellia with a dusting….



A Christmas Fairy Tale…..

Here is a true Christmas Fairy Tale. Brian the groom thought up a plan to surprise his wife to be. This occurred last week, just before Christmas at the Mall of Georgia up the road from where I live. Take a minute to enjoy and celebrate.

Really random stuff…..

Just posting to keep a pulse on my blog. So for now its mostly visual and sparse and really random..enjoy.

When at this computer here in order is the album of songs I listen too. If not this then I stream WKDK am…..Newberry South Carolina. Evenings mostly is random music from the 60’s thru the 80’s, time, temp and weather. Other nights its South Carolina ‘Football’…

Soul Serenade…..King Curtis

Dig a Pony…………Beatles

Across the Universe…….Beatles

Devil Got My Woman….Gregg Allman

Bell Bottom Blues…..Derick and the Dominoes

Bertha…..Grateful Dead

Savannah Mama….Blind Willie McTell

Back on My Feet Again….Randy Newman

She Caught the Katy……Wet Willie

Wah-Wah……..George Harrison

The weather in the south has been wet this summer. Its easy…East Coast moisture north to south…mid third of the country moisture wraps southward above the plains. funnel into Ga-alabama

I’m behind the new Alpharetta City Center 100%…..lol.

Alpharetta City Center

Alpharetta City Center

 One supervisor and one worker. Its the American way..

1 supervisor 1 employee

1 supervisor 1 employee

When I was a kid in the 1960’s this was the Thomson/McDuffie county Jail House.

Thomson/McDuffie County Jail House

Thomson/McDuffie County Jail House

About 10 minutes from the house. Swallow at the Hollow. 100% great Southern Bar-B-que.

Singer-song-writer showcase and Americana music…think ‘The Loft’ on satellite radio.

Swallow At The Hollow -Roswell, GA-

Swallow At The Hollow
-Roswell, GA-

Sir Richard Branson…see below.

Richard Branson -5 questions and a quote-

Richard Branson
-5 questions and a quote-

I cannot for the life of me find the ‘5 Questions’ Branson published. The questions suitable for a job applicant or the applicant to the employer… Quotes below.

‘Why a business plan is only as good as one’s first contact with a customer’.

‘What do you need to take on a giant & win? Nothing but bravery, good people & a great idea’.

‘If somebody asks why are you looking up at the sky, ask them why they aren’t looking up at the stars’.

First ‘ floor-mat’ joke of your day??

Floor Mat

Floor Mat

Dockerys restaurant closed this year and it happened sooner than later. I’m here with the lady who brought me my last meal. She had always been the best.. During the goodbyes I managed to take some pictures of the people who I shared the establishment with over the years but never held a conversation.

She and I

She and I


I found a great sit back with a cup of coffee on a rainy Sunday afternoon. With this piece thirty minute read is too short, great article nevertheless.  Don’t let the title fool you into believing its a ‘government/political statement from the State department. It more and provocative in the light of the reality. Families apart and separated physically and emotionally, divided by juxtaposed societies and bound by their common culture.


(What you cannot see on the video is how, over the course of the next few hours, Lesley realizes she’s lost the 25 years for good. That after all this time, the history they shared is too too faint or too slight to be recovered. Entering the terminal, she felt a brief but overwhelming sense of familiarity. But after the hugs and tears subsided she felt tentative and swept up by family in name only).

Leave em’ laughing I’ve been told….Lighter side of life.

-Why does Goofy stand upright and Pluto stand on all four feet? They’re both dogs.

-Do “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” and “The Alphabet Song” have the same tune?

-On Gilligan’s Island, the professor could make a radio out of a coconut. Why couldn’t he fix the hole in the boat?

-If Wile E. Coyote has enough money to buy all that stuff from ACME, why doesn’t he just buy himself dinner?

Moby Dick
( Ye’ve shipped, have ye? Names down on papers? Well, what’s signed, is signed; and what’s to be, will be )

Mark Twain on the press:

“There are laws to protect the freedom of the press’s speech, but none that are worth anything to protect the people from the press.”

It seems to me that just in the ratio that our newspapers increase, our morals decay. The more newspapers the worse morals. Where we have one newspaper that does good, I think we have fifty that do harm. We ought to look upon the establishment of a newspaper of the average pattern in a virtuous village as a calamity.

Just really random stuff….

Short Walk on the long Beach….

A most impressive acoustic song. Written by John D. Loudermilk and performed with soul by Chet Atkins. Released in 1969 .

by Christina G. Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d;
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should forget and smile

A Chrismas gift for the Men.

Christmas is here! Period, end quote. And we are at the, yes, the very center of holiday celebration, Advent. Listen up now.  Do not let the Christian connotation of Advent trouble you, although we treat the Lenten season like the Advent season and vice-versa, don’t worry, self inspection spiritually will do just fine in the spring. So what’s up, you ask?  Revelation one week later.  Following Christmas is …………………New Years!! The big score, the grand Kahuna of the year end blow. Fellow men, young fathers, single and/or stifled, you’ve suffered immensely whether solo or hitched, young married or family building. From Thanksgiving to Christmas you toiled for family and friends, company and bosses, and now, yes now the night is arriving. Celebrating with wife, blind date, (blind-blind-date, you know the one you met on the internet, first times a charm?), or maybe, just maybe a simple mixer invite, to meet and greets.  First date from a holiday party where ‘I think we like each other’, obviously cheered onwards by a minimum of 27mutual friends, and now its second date for New Years?  Heads up my fellow men, heads up.

I have insight…………………………

The summer past the stately and everlasting gentlemen’s magazine, “Esquire”, put forth a simple plea to females around the country. Would you please ladies, old and young and elsewhere give us your thoughts on men and relationships. Deal breakers, habits, and deal closers, forgotten gestures. From what is rude, to you don’t have to read my mind, I’m with friends and yeah, I like the football game and I’m not here to be picked up. What is stupidity and what is endearing, truly? Yes truly please tell us and we will share with our men readers. The ladies were quick and complete in their responses. I beg you to read forth from a few dozen I gleamed, they are of, from and by the opposite sex.

I see no need to categorize them, from bedroom or bar etiquette, to what really matters to me. Treat them with the respect and tone the women were so gracious to respond in. Many are simple. Such as the homage, ‘some women are city born and raised and well, the rugged countryside sounds nice, she like a older grandmother prefers the comforts of her city life’.

Before you begin, a quote from the master epicurean, author, host, and world traveler Anthony Bourdain……..” Escalators are meant to speed up your travel and therefore one should walk on them not ride. So move you ass.”

A clue.

We’ve said it before, we’ll say it again: The best pickup line is “Hi, my name is ___. What’s yours?”

If you’re shit-talking your ex, her friends, her pets, or her job, we wonder what you might say about us someday.

Your super-close relationship with your mother freaks us out.

If she tells you to never call her again and hangs up on the phone with you, there is a fifty percent chance your girlfriend will be waiting near her phone for you to call her.

Don’t comment on how much or how little we eat.

It’s fine if you don’t like our friends. What’s really important to us is that they like you.

When we cry and you don’t know why, just know this: We’ll be back shortly.

If you’re not a professional athlete, how good you are at sports matters very little to us.

There is nothing cute, interesting, or worthwhile about self-deprecation. If you don’t think you are worth my time, neither will I.

We can tell when the gift was purchased at the last minute. But we still like it.

Life gets so busy, sometimes it’s nice to have someone to make choices for you. Even if it is just the Friday night movie.

Please be the man we know and love, even when we’re at a barbeque reunion with your frat brothers.

There is nothing sexier than following through. If you say you’re going to do something, please do it.

Girls like to whine. It’s a fact.

Sometimes we think we’re in love, and then we see your Facebook profile.

You have the power to make us feel like the only girl in the room. Use it wisely (and often).

Some of us keep imaginary tallies in our head. “He keeps Diet Coke at his apartment because he knows I love it: 5 points. He’s liberal: 10 points. He brought me soup when I was sick: 15 points. He made banana pancakes: infinity points.” Your kindness is noted, appreciated and will be rewarded.

When we are truly angry, we go silent. That is your opportunity to apologize, or run. Neither will save you.

We want you to never stop hunting us. Even if we married you. Remember why you got the gig. Don’t make the trailer the only fun in the whole production. That’s misleading.

We don’t like it when you pull your shirt off from the front. Be a man and pull it over your head from the back.

You only get to ask once about the threesome.

Please remember that if we hang out with a bunch of guys, it doesn’t make us one.

We love the un-expected kiss. Especially the one when you stop us midsentence and make us forget what the hell we were talking about in the first place.

Electronics clipped to your pants are sexy only if you’re Batman, Superman, or any other kind of man who needs them to save lives, not send e-mail.

Presentation counts. Wrap your gift and iron your shirt.

Sometimes we like to drive.

Your waiting in the car to make sure we got through the door okay never gets old to us.

When we are in a large crowd, hold our hand as if you don’t want to lose us.

We can read you like a book, so if something is wrong or bothering you, don’t be afraid to share it. It saves us the trouble of having to spend all day guessing.

No, we don’t always magically know where the remote is.

If we’re brushing your leg up and down, don’t sit and talk with your friends for twenty more minutes. Time’s up!

We put in a relationship absolutely everything we want you to give back.

We like to talk a lot, so even if you don’t really care about what we’re saying, fake it. That’s what we do when you talk about trading players in whatever fantasy sport you’re always talking about.

We know when you don’t know the answer to our question, but it’s sort of endearing when you fake it.

There is something really sexy about smiling when you kiss us.

We are really more forgiving after fights than we let on.

If we had to make the first move, you will be reminded of it for the rest of our relationship.

If we’re at a sports bar during a big game, don’t hit on us. We’re watching the game.

Getting riled up at a restaurant turns us off.

We love the smell of your deodorant so much that some of us wear it.

We remember every detail about a relationship. Every. One.

We like safe drivers. High-speed chases only impress us when they involve Vin Diesel.

Stop worrying about why we take so long in the bathroom. Think of it as uninterrupted free time to watch Sports Center.

We appreciate when you can admit you’re wrong, but we also don’t want you to say sorry too much.

We secretly wish that we could rock out in our eighties hair-band t-shirt and ripped jeans sometimes too. We just don’t try to revive the trend at the neighborhood barbeque.

Always assume that what we contain in our purses is very necessary. When you need insect repellent, a Band-Aid, safety pins, or a moist towelette, you’ll be grateful.

Sometimes we rely on your mother to say what we’ve been thinking. (Like: “You look like a slug in that shirt.”)

“Chuck Norris would do it” is not an excuse for bad behavior.

Don’t be surprised that we have condoms in our top dresser drawer. Be happy.

Sometimes we just wear nice clothes and makeup for no other reason than to look good.

No matter how much we love you we will never care what level you’ve gotten to in Call of Duty.

The way we feel about your kisses on the back of our necks: Think ice cream in August.

We’ll never understand why you slap each other’s butts when you’re playing sports. And that’s okay.

Everything sounds better when whispered close to our ear.

Glasses are to women what lingerie is to men. That’s right: Bookish is that sexy.

We love to cry, and we always feel better after a big sob fest. How much better? Pull down your pants.

Sometimes wingmen can do more harm than good, so be brave: do it alone.

Those little nonsensical arguments, for us, are fun. They give us a chance to see how you deal with things.

One-armed hugs means we’re friends. Two-armed hugs show you care. Squeezing the hell out of us says you love us.

Where do we put on perfume? Where we wish to be kissed.

If you plan a date a week in advance, we’ll spend the next seven days planning our outfit. Starting from the second you hang up the phone.

Yes, we moisturize and walk around the house naked with rubber gloves on when you’re not around.

You aren’t the only gender that can appreciate a big booty.

Quote movies only when absolutely necessary. We like your own words better than those of that old guy on the bridge in Monty Python’s The Holy Grail.

We think the clean-laundry smell of you in your undershirt is a thousand times more appealing than even the best cologne.

We agonize over text messages. For instance, a one-word response means you’re not interested. Right?

Even if we look sad, don’t tell us that we look depressed.

Even if we’re cool with your telling us a girl is hot, remember who you’re coming home to.

Seventy-five percent of the sounds we make during sex are purely for you. That’s how much we care.

If you call the movies “the cinema,” we will only laugh. And laugh.

Surprise field trips are the best, even if it’s “guy stuff.” If we roll our eyes, it doesn’t mean we don’t love the effort.

These days, with Facebook, chances are we know your favorite band well before our first drink with you. Something to keep in mind.

The following posters on your wall are deal-breakers: Bob Marley playing soccer, Bob Marley exhaling, Bob Marley in green, yellow and/or red. Exemplars of the chill-bro variety are reserved, exclusively, for unwashed undergrads.

We prefer an arm around us to holding hands pretty much any day.

Hair starts growing in funny places when we turn fifty. Not much we can do about it.

Even the slightest idea of fashion can be very attractive.

We don’t actually wear matching bras and panties all the time. Shocking, we know.

It’s not that we like the flowers themselves, it’s that the flowers mean you’re thinking about us. And we love that.

We like it when you lend your favorite books to us. For several reasons.

It doesn’t matter what your chosen profession is, as long as you love what you do and do it with passion, and it’s legal and it doesn’t involve being in a production of the Lord of the Dance.

You cleaning your apartment is somehow incredibly sexy. Weird but true.

If we make it through an entire first date without seeing what color your iPhone case is, well, we just might fall in love.

Be careful: singing to us can be totally cute. But only if you can actually sing.

We think saying “ladies” at the end of any statement or question makes it kind of creepy.

If you meet us at a bar, please don’t say, “I’d like to see you without your glasses.” We could go blind, you know.

Sometimes we want to be treated like a princess. Sometimes, we want to be treated like a sex object. It’s up to you to figure out which of these we want to be at any given moment, because we certainly aren’t going to tell you.

We kind of wish we could chest-bump, too.

We appreciate when you keep your condoms within close reach from the bed so we don’t spend ten minutes waiting naked while you search the other end of the apartment.

We love hearing about your family. Even when it’s boring, it’s good to know you think about them.

We know it’s high maintenance, but, for the love of God, don’t sleep on the decorative pillows.

We don’t like it when you pull your shirt off from the front. Be a man and pull it over your head from the back.

We want you to never stop hunting us. Even if we married you. Remember why you got the gig. Don’t make the trailer the only fun in the whole production. That’s misleading.

Panties is a guy word. We call it underwear.

If something in your past will show up on a Google search, be prepared to explain it.

As little girls, we believe that you are gods. As young women, we learn that you are not. As older women, we try to put you back up there.

Meeting your friends for the first time is awkward enough, so we’d appreciate it if you didn’t get drunk.

Everything — from the funny joke you told to the way you dug food out of your back molar — gets discussed over coffee with our friends.

We all have an evil twin. Get to know her.

We never forget. It’s just not in our DNA to let things slide.

Sometimes we play the “you weren’t listening” card when we know very well we just never told you.

When you send us an e-mail of any substance, we forward it to at least four of our friends for explanation.

Men drink coffee, not skinny double-pump soy macchiatos. Ordering the latter doesn’t impress us; it makes us wonder if you’d rather be double-pumping your buddy Todd

We all have an evil twin. Get to know her.

Confidence, not arrogance.

Listen up.

Listen up.

@The Wall, again.

@The Wall, again.

I’ve debated to myself the past few months on my blog, or better yet the direction, tone and subject matter of @McTells Place. Here in the middle of October the content still remains “up in the air”. Migration to WordPress from Windows live has been a challenge. The vast number of ‘writers’ is simply amazing here in WordPress; there were tons of ‘writers’, on Windows Live, some good, some great. As was mine then, a daily magazine article of our lives and times. Showing a bit of ourselves our families and the world we lived in to all who dropped by.

Moving to WordPress I felt a challenge too capture a level above, in tone, content, subject as well as presentation, notch up the blog a touch.

I miss the days of posting something of interest; adding a few pictures or a ” it makes me think twice” quote, hit “publish” and feeling the satisfaction. The debate rages I suppose. Simply, ‘post as you like it’, ‘connect the dots’, follow the thread. I find no conclusion and may just discover there is no dilemma.

I have a host of small files in a folder, filed under what else…BS to spur on a blog or post and to follow let me see what tidbits I have.

June blog stuff

The screen shot above should provide some material. First folder is ‘Buddha never through it’.

(He abused me, he struck me, he overcame me, he robbed me”-in those who do not harbor such thoughts hatred will cease. “)

(– Dhammapada 1.3-4; trans. Radhakrishnan

In contrast, Biblical rhetoric is full of references to enemies, slanderers, and persecutors. Buddhism might unmask a delusion here, rather than go on to talk of forgiving one’s enemies and blessing one’s persecutors. Biblical salvation is atonement for evils that have already occurred; but Buddhist salvation is more an effort to prevent the evils from arising in the first place. When they have already arisen, it calmly proceeds to dismantle them by going back to their roots.)


Now this bit of wisdom was for a study or debate. The debate of Christian and Buddhist philosophy of……..” If a god forgives you of all your sins, then you can continue the cylce of sin and forgiveness. What a horrible thought. Being Christian as I am the challenge of trying to come to a middle ground here was just a little bit too much for me to explore. But I do like neither philosophical thought of dismantling the damage nor atonement of wrong or poor pitiful me. The complete package of info in the folder goes for days. I’ll just stop here and if you like, help yourself to the debate.

Next up in the files is…‘Generational Sins and Curses’. Seems June was the month for religious thoughts. Open up the file and here is a paste.


The Bible tells us that the sins of the father can be “visited” down to 3 or 4 generations in future children.

This IS the bible, this IS what the Word of God says. Most churches pass over it, ignore it… I don’t know why… but I have sought it out because I had issues contrary.


If my memory serves me correctly this was visited as a possible blog when a friend of mine, who over the years/decades has consistently had issues with a vast amount of misfortune visited upon his life. Causing him to call into question the misfortunes as to being not sins of his own, but the curse upon him coming from a prior generation. Simply if ” its not my fault, then who’s’ fault is it?” And greater yet, when will it stop, will it stop and is there an “out” he could arrange. The subject seemed almost taboo as I explored. My conclusion with a grain of salt, with humor and prayer is still open ended, other than glad I’m not him. Indeed his troubles are large in scope and broad in years.

Next up in the files is… ‘Juridical and Ethical’. Once again June was the month of religious, moral and judicial debate I would think.

Dutch philosopher, Herman Dooyeweerd, who recognised that in our living there are several distinct aspects, which should not be conflated into one another. (He proposed ontology; the hyperlinks above are to his proposal for irreducible aspects.) In the realm of personal ethics, the kernel of which is self-giving love, we are called upon to exercise forgiveness. But in the realm of juridical structures of society, the kernel of which is ‘what is due’, we are called upon to exercise proportionality. And since self-giving love cannot be reduced to legal norms nor vice versa, exercising forgiveness does not go against proportionality, but enriches it.


Forgiveness, when thought of as an unsolicited gift, may increase the perceived debt of the transgressor to the victim whereas retribution should reduce it.


Herman has some very deep and very well made arguments to follow up his bottom line of forgiveness “may” my words, increase the perceived debt of the transgressor. In hindsight it is difficult to recall how these 3 tidbits to blog from came about. When I hit a thread to blog on apparently the research is a true roundabout in nature, looking always in more than one two or more directions.

Well there it is, a blog of not much but was a keen interest in Religion, Morales and Philosophy….

As a side note, my previous blog was about my visit again to my Neurologist and surgeon. December of last year there was a late afternoon icing event. As the day ended a light mist and falling temperatures created a perfect glazing all round the city and suburbs. A few years back, knowing my liking of nature in any condition, my younger sister gave me 2 sets of ice cleats. They are simple devices, fitting over boots or sturdy shoes providing metal tacks on the souls of the foot coverings. I had made it back into the office after dark, creeping along with thousands of fellow motorist; it was good to see traffic so well behaved. Leaving the office and headed across the street in a church parking lot to my Jeep, I had removed the ice cleats once inside, and forgot to put them on again head to the parking lot. I have never in my life fallen so hard.

A few months later, the spine is a bit of a problem and repairs are necessary. In the hours, days and weeks to follow the fall, the pain was from the covering of my lungs, a small tear with large pain, the giant haematoma the size of a grapefruit from my thigh to my ankle, seriously bloody. In the body’s need to protect itself, some growths on the lower disc appeared, to protect the damaged area. I can only walk for about 5minutes at a stretch, the pain will knock you to the ground. So I’m waiting for the moon, the stars and heavens to align to have the repairs done. Epidurals help a lot, but only last a week or two.

Time to hit publish, its my day off on Mondays and I’ve got a call in to my isp company because my Fast DSL is dial up speed again. But in my mind DSL speeds are minor this type of problem on the scale of life is low and low again.

 All I have is today and a hope of a tomorrow.

William M. Walden



I still be waiting on Heaven and Earth

I still be waiting on Heaven and Earth to move my fingers across the page to scribe with freedom, just as the freedom of a one night stand of thrice decades removed, ”moving along shall we”? Oh the mighty blog of the second Millennium or what ever we are to name this decade number two.

Global connection upon my fingertips, fleeting bit of information, random thoughts, instant, nay same time information, or perhaps “just in time information”? Nay again the cursed words of “real time” communication.

Expelling grammar reprehensible to language scholars, weeding ideas to expose the soil of my thoughts, none committal yet then again never wrong, yeh never wrong, explained as a diagram of the latissimi dorsi or a frogs shoulder muscles, exposed to view, though I be neither the creator of such much less the keeper of thus.

So and to and to and fro the words will not come, thoughts brought forth thru conjuring of abstracts, haste a quaff of wine or perchance the bowl of tobacco to further review the course to follow, only constrained upon the seas by winds by tides and by soloist at the helm. I return then.

Yet alas I must rest on this thought as the surgeon before my appointed time draws toward. In the morn a doctor who thankfully, or more better yet “God thankfully” protest a practice of bile’s or humors or leeches too boot. Rather a shingle hung with oath towards prophet. Providing his service of true Craftsman. I salute your statue, skill and knowledge with patience. “Hail to medicine, hail the patient’s patience”. As I in turn hail thee my Good Surgeon.

I trust my blog will idle, till next I may profess. Stay well,

McTell and his elements.

Sed etiam nunc hodie……………

Body and mine seek-out the pain removed. Will there be devil upon my infliction?

From golden light upon a horizon the waking birds begin a song.

Has the “Good Doctor” performed with inspiration ? Rise up and now I wait.

Me mind and body synchronize, trusting. Are Heavens and stars aligned?

Is patience of this patient be rewarded? This body indeed proclaims.

At the end his talents richly honed, no measurement of Solidus will replace.

“A good surgeon has an eagle’s eye, a lion’s heart, and a lady’s hand.”

Medical Volvelle

Medical Volvelle

The blog of not.

Nineteen Hundred Ninety Four / Two Thousand Eleven

Miss Waleskia.  The very last cat from Ocee Georgia.

The blog no one likes.  The blog most of us will.  The blog most difficult to share.  The blog there is no good time to publish.  The blog me rather forget.  As of many times and such times of not I rather the not.

John 14:27

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”

Proverbs 3:24

“When thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid; yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet.”

The eternal spoken word remains…….

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Shakespeare / 1564-1616