I have added a new category to my blog titled ‘a Visual Recite’.
I have taken many pictures over the years and I share them with you with a recite.
about being present –
I wrote about wasting time, which I suppose is a part of the great human journey. We’re supposed to wallow, to go through the desert without water for a long time so that when we finally drink it, we’ll truly need it and we won’t spill a drop. It’s about being present.
– Walton Goggins
My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.
Gator Gary –
It was on the bucket list #8, just behind #7 Mud Wresting a Baboon.
So, #8, is to ride a gator.
As time approached to attempt the completion of bucket list #8, the anxiety increased.
But who was more anxious?
Gary was ready and mentally prepared for the task; bucket list #8.
The Gator not so much.
As the mounting of the Gator took place, there was a frozen stance.
The Gator in its frozen stance did not respond to Gary’s commands.
So, would bucket list #8 be checked off as completed?
Gary and I are getting out a little to explore the surroundings of our new location.
When my body allows, we go out and find new areas to discover.
Several weeks ago, we drove not far from the MacDill Airforce Base and parked to take a walk.
Our destination was ‘The Tampa Riverwalk’.
Gary was having some fun!
I wanted to share some pictures with you of our walk that day.
Hello everyone,
Gary and I are now in our new location 3 weeks today.
As you know I started chemotherapy and seeing new doctors and experiencing much pain.
A video log for you today –
My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.
Umbrellas –
As the sun begin to set for the day, the overwhelming feeling of comfort took over.
The daylight hours were coming to an end and soon the nightfall would be upon them.
Their time was limited and they would not be needed again until the next opening.
It was the beginning to the closure.
But the surrounding activities would continue for what seemed like eternity.
They would stand tall, yet unopened and wait again as they always do to be needed.
Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.
Lance Armstrong
Last Friday was my first chemotherapy treatment, and I am not expecting another treatment for 2 weeks. My round 2 chemotherapy treatment taking place now is different from the round 1 that I had last year. The Round 2 treatment I take 2 weeks off between the treatments and with Round 1 I took 1 week off.
I have not really felt any affects from the chemotherapy except tiredness. I am very tired, but this could be because I am also on some major pain medications and other medications that help me to control the pain I am experiencing. I have not felt nauseous and I still have hair. With the coming treatments in the future weeks, we shall see if the side-affects change.
This past week was filled with making future appointments to specialists. The hope is when I finally have these appointments, we can start to identify the pain source and manage it so my quality of life becomes better.
There is much taking place right now with regards to doctors and dentist appointments and settling into our new location and routine. These past several weeks have been hectic and with my pain and the side effects of the pain medications; mainly drowsiness; Gary and I have had little chance to start exploring and experiencing Tampa and the surrounding area.
We hope that will change in the very near future. I plan to have in the next couple of weeks a post about the MacDill Air Force Base. The base is large and beautiful with great views and many activities for those that live on it.
I also hope in the near future to have posts about some adventures around the Tampa area.
For now, I continue to be as strong as I can amongst the weak and tired body.
For now, I continue to be as optimistic as I can amongst the weak and tired mind.
Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have – life itself.
Walter Anderson
My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.
Excuse me –
‘Excuse me, I was wondering which way to the restroom?’
There was no response to his request and once again he asked ‘Excuse me, restroom?’
Again, no response and no more questions were asked.
The day had been a long one and yes, the water was sparse, but still nature called.
But he was in nature, so if nature called, he could do what most animals do in nature, right?
My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.
Dank –
Once again alone, Dank the duck sat quietly waiting for their approach. Would they come this time? He had forgotten when the last he saw them. And how did he get left behind?
It seems like yesterday, but no it was already a couple of seasons ago, they were all here on their trek to the south, to the warmer climate. Dank as usual would not stay with the group, but instead go exploring the surroundings. He had been there before, but still the exploring brought new exciting adventures. It only took 1 exciting adventure and they left and he was left behind alone.
Now it was time. Would they come back this way? Dank the duck sat quietly waiting for their approach. Would they come this time?
My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.
The Request –
‘Hey, can you hear me?’
‘I speak, but no one listens.’
‘I have this itch, and I am unable to reach it. With my extremities buried I am unable to scratch it, can you help?’
As usual there was no response to the request. As usual they would walk by, take photos and leave. The request was never heard and the itch continued and additional requests were made in vain. Sadness wore on the face as time continued and no response was received. Suddenly out of nowhere, there was the relieve, the request would not go without a response. It emerged out of the sand with a hand, the scratching would take place and the itch would be gone.
‘Oh, thank you my friend.’
‘Without you my days of agony would have continued.’
There was no response from that which had emerged out of the sand.
‘Hey, can you hear me?’
It is 2 days after surgery and I am recovering. Because past experience has proven I am not the greatest hospital patient, I decided to post some photos taken on our recent cruise last month because they bring a smile to my face.
I will be in ICU for a couple of days and then the recovery begins.
I appreciate everyone taking the time to stop by, read and leave many wonderful comments. Due to my surgery and not knowing how I will be feeling; I am disabling the comments on my post today. I need a few days of recovery and to grow accustom to the new me. But know soon I will have comments enabled and I will be ready to respond to each one of them.
"Life is a series of highs and lows. Be grateful for the highs. Be graceful in the lows. Enjoy life fully and find contentment in your Middle Ground" Val Boyko
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