"Hope springs a kernel"...........Denny Crane

Millyrose informed me this evening that ‘WE’ could probably start hiding our own Easter Eggs this coming Spring........I’m pretty sure that the ‘we’ didn’t really include her but was meant solely for me.....and the truth is, she’s prob’ly right. She usually is. I blame it on the drugs but since I don ‘t really trust my own judgment in so many areas today, it could be most anything. But, I still blame it on the drugs. Like the aging hippies and baby boomers who ingested too many recreational drugs, I’m inhabiting a sort of different world today. And I don't even have the fun of recreational drugs to blame.
I have determined that driving during chemo week and the ‘tired’ week that follows is prob’ly not a good idea. That was softly pointed out to me by my friend, Nick, the retired cop. Can y' imagine? 70 years old and taking advice from an old cop on the dangers in driving while stoned. On the third week, the good week, I should be good to go.
That’d be November 12th, which will be midway in my chemotherapy. So by December, I should have my fourth treatment and be two thirds of the way. With any luck, I’ll be finished in February and mayhap my hair will begin growing back in March. I don’t look like Telly Savalas altho’ my son did give me a bag of lollipops to go with my bald pate, and I can’t remember the last time I shaved my face. Almost as smooth as a babys watchamacallit. Well, not quite but pretty darn smooth for an old fart on the downhill side.
Britney Spears released a new album on the same day that a bunch’a old farts that call themselves ‘The Eagles’ released their first album in about 35 years and Denny Crane said, “hope springs a kernel.”
Capt. Kirk rules..............David

Soda crackers and milk in the wee hours.....

.......I gave up on soda crackers a year or more ago becuz of my diabetes......they’re made of white flour and contain high fructose corn syrup, both of which have deleterious effects on BS......still, soda crackers, saltines, whatever ya want’a call ‘em, have a soothing effect on an upset stomach and Chemo can give a person an upset stomach.....sooooo, I bought a box of crackers and have been working my way thru them.........and crackers and milk have been a comfort food in my family like f’rever.......I don’t know just when that began but my Mother fed them to me and my brothers and we fed them to our children.......anyway, as my BS normalizes after Chemo week, I find myself waking in the small hours with dropping BS.....and a small glass of milk and a handful of crackers seems to be the perfect comfort food to bring the BS up and allow me to sleep out the rest of the nite......so there you have it.
Now on to other, much more mundane tho’ts......I miss my hair. I miss washing it and combing it but mostly I just miss having it.......like coffee......almost two weeks ago, I got my taste for coffee back (having lost it during the first go-round)......I was back to my routine of grinding beans and making coffe first thing in the AM when, yesterday, to my suprise, it began to taste like mud. Again! And I couldn’t even drink one small cup......Now bear with me here, people. I know coffee and hair is small stuff and one shouldn’t sweat the small stuff....I don’t know if the Devil is in the details or not but I think I’ve always fretted over the small stuff just so I wouldn’t have to spend a lot of time worrying about the big stuff that I couldn’t do anything about anyway......so as Red Skelton used to say, “G’nite and God bless!”.........David

Minimum fan............

Chemo week is a week spent on Prednisone which does wierd things to body and mind.....f'r one thing, it causes N-Som which means you get to prowl a sleeping house wond'ring why you alone should be awake....so this last week, Kendra the Cancer Doc prescribed sleeping pills. The combo had me walking around in a twilight state, neither here nor there......light-headed and unable to walk a straight line.....also made my driving a tad erratic so on the next go-round, I'll be giving that up for that p'ticklar week......The steroid sends my BS thru the roof which affects the little cognitive ability that I have so no one should be surprised by what I might say (or do, for that matter).......Anyway I woke up about 5:30 or so this AM feeling a bit anxious....got up a little after 6, checked my BS to find a 'normal' reading..... hopefully, I'll be able to keep it in a normal range for the next two weeks.....this week is s'pozed to be my 'tired' week and next week should be my 'good' week and then I get to do it all over again. The good news is that the next treatment will be the halfway point.....Please don't misunderstand me.....I don't mean to whine.....a lot of the people I've met during this treatment are in really dire straits and I feel blessed to be so lucky....I have a highly curable cancer, good medical treatment, and lots of good friends wishing me well.....I AM ONE FORTUNATE PERSON...........
so I have no p'ticklar reason for ranting, I only do it for the heck of it.......
I try not to eat at fast food restaurants anymore. I don’t think they’re really healthy. Lots of calories and lots of high fructose corn syrup equal lots of rotten teeth and lots of fat bodies and Gawd only knows what all that stuff does to the already hormonally imbalanced teenagers. I’m not actually saying that it’s really bad for everyone just that I think it might be.
That said, I do occasionally eat a burger from In ‘n Out. And have a chocolate milkshake also. Their fries, however, leave a ‘hull lot to be desired. They’re like faux fries that come with li’l kids make believe kitchen sets. They’re not made of plastic but they might as well be cardboard. I think they’re really made of potatoes, I just don’t know how they take all the flavor out.
Speaking of being a minimum fan.........todays movies seem to be all about more violence, bigger crashes, and less character. You take a likeable actor like Denzel Washington, put him into a really, really bad guy and let him impart some humanity to a truly evil character. Ah well, lots and lots of bang-bang, shoot-em-up and explosions. Saves all that witty dialogue that Hollywood used to be famous for. And I know you’re not supposed to end a sentence like that but I just plain don’t care.
I think I’m a minimum fan of the current crop of television shows. None of them are very good but some of them are watchable. At least part of the time. Las Vegas, which wasn’t very good with James Caan, and hasn’t got any better with Tom Selleck, is a total waste. Caan was wise to exit when he did. There must have been contract issues for him to have stayed as long as he did. And poor old Selleck who is a very watchable actor appears to be bored almost to tears. When you’re an over the hill action star like Tommy, I’d guess you’d do almost anything for money and a few more moments in the sun.
With few exceptions, ya just gotta be a minimum fan of teevee writers. And now they’re going on strike. Boo-hoo! There are prob’ly a hundred thousand bloggers (maybe more) who are better writers. The most dreadful thing about a ‘writers’ strike is that it will undoubtedly mean more (lack of) reality shows. GAHD!

JUST A THO'T...........Justin Other Smith

I just saw in the SacBee (ain’t that a wunnerful name for a wunnerful w’atchamacallit kind’a used t’ be newspaper) heralding the fact that former Guv Pete Wilson is going to be paid $400 an hour (way less’n normal for him and peeps like him) to negotiate a new ARENA. It should be painfully, obviously clear to all the movers and shakers that the citizenry of Sactown don't want to pay for an expensive boondoggle that benefits only the MALOOF'S, OVERPAID ATH-LEETS, and all the insiders who hope to exact some sort of profit from the backs of the ordinary people. At least in ancient Roma, the bread and circus's were paid for by those hoping to keep the populace from rising up and tearing everything down. Our guys today seem much more clever. They want us to pay for our own demise.
There should be a law about putting former pols out to pasture and making darn sure they stay there. There are a few execrable examples (choose y’r own) that should have been simply put down the way society does every day with unwanted pets.

ANOTHER THO’T........
Sactown now has this almost brand new ath-a-lete named Justin Williams who seems to envision himself as much larger than he has yet to become and who evidently feels it just must be his right to pick up a star-struck idiot, take her home with his g’friend, give her a taste of GHB and after she is sufficiently woozy, he and g’friend rape her. Or attempt to rape her. Guilty or innocent? Doesn’t really matter, does it? Talk about terminal stupidity ending a career before it really begins.

BOB LYONS died this week. He was an old friend, 73 years old, given to random acts of violence and joyous abandon in his youth. He was a burly guy in black leather and boots. It was said that once he rode in an open convertible in a Lincoln Day Parade in Detroit, unfurled a large Confederate battle flag and had to flee the city. Could’a happened. Bob was fun and he had fun. Don’t know what life was like for him as he grew old but I imagine he enjoyed the hell out of it.

On the home front, I'm a third of the way thru Chemo....the 2nd time went a little easier. Or seems so at the moment. My friend, Mollie Burke Phillips is in hospital in Lexington......here's hoping for a miracle......Love to her and her family.....David

Thurs Nite Nonsensical ...............

My toes are wiggling and I can ‘t sleep even tho’ I’ve taken the sleeping pills.......Dunno why that is.........feel like I’ve been a little drunk all this week... lite headed and bouncing off the walls......very strange and can’t seem to type.....spacing my words a litte strangely .....not sure what that’s about either.........t hink i’ll run in and have a glass of milk.....brb.......BS is out’a whack but that’s because of the Predinisone or so they tell me.........Probably a good th ing that I stuck with booze and tobacco back in the day...no tellin ‘ what chemicals mig ht’a done to me............LSD, Marijuana, all the rest of that st uff that w as floating around.......wonder what this world would’a been like if so many people hadn’t screwed wit h it.............Course, it don’t look like we did too well on booze and ‘baccy.........and we had Cannabis and Heroin and Morphine. Heck, we even put Cocaine in Coca-Cola for awhile. And old ladies used to get smashed on Lydia Pinkhams Tonic..........guess shit has been with us one way or another for a very long time..........I wonder if we invented God under the influence of drugs or maybe that’s the way He did us. Still, I don’t see that as any reason for sticking up with politicians
I can maybe understand ‘roided out athletes and greedy developers and predators of all sorts have been with us from Day One.. Heck, that’s always been part of the game.
Maybe the old-timers had it right. Maybe there’s a multitude of Gods watching on widescreen, high-defininition teevee screens as we run willy-nilly for their amusement and nothing more. Some Giant Damn
Raven somewhere quoting “Nevermore!”
In the meanti me, inbetween time, I’m hoping that soda crackers ( hig h fructose, et al) and milk will help settle my stomach and send me off to beddy -bye..............Justin Ot her SMi th

just a little politics.....skip if you like.....Zionist Creation of Israel....

Contrary to popular belief, the USA did not create the State of Israel. Nor did we help them. At that time, we were firmly in bed with Great Britain and Great Britain at that moment in time was engaged in a conflict with the Zionists over control of what was destined to become Israel.
The Zionists through determination and a successful campaign of terror finally brought the British to a bargaining table and were able to end the conflict by winning certain concessions from the military governing bodies that were ruling the middle east after World War II.
Thus was developed the State of Israel. The Palestinians living there at the time were not forced to leave; many stayed. Their homes and properties were not ceded to the Israeli’s, were not confiscated, they were in fact part and parcel of the State of Israel guaranteed the rights and privileges and responsibilities of all the other Israeli’s.
Many of the surrounding Arab States saw Israel as a threat to the stability of their own governments and encouraged the Palestinians to flee Israel under the promise that when Israel was surely to be destroyed, they would be able to return and take what was left.
Obviously, this never happened. The Jews had a huge backlog of wealthy people in the USA and GB an other countries and many of them emigrated to the new state of Israel bringing not only their accumulated wealth but their powerful contacts with other countries.
And the ancestral homeland of the Jews prevailed. As it does to this day.
Granted, Israel is a small country surrounded by large countries that hate them but they have the USA as a friend able and willing to offer friendship and material and the unwavering belief that helping Israel is the right thing to do.