I’ve been away from direct involvement in politics for an
entire season. I am still waiting for the withdrawal to kick in. I am beginning
to suspect it won’t. There are a handful of folks I will work with/advise but the
rest of my life is a mess that I have to sort out and it’s taking priority.
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My return to my former energizer-bunny self is not yet
complete. I tolerated the radiation treatments very well, but it is still and
insult to the body. Add to that the side-effects from the Casodex and I am
still struggling to get back on track mentally and physically. That’s all I’ll
say on my health right now because, as Lou Holtz says, 80% of folks don’t care
about your troubles and the other 20% are glad you have them.
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I wasn’t planning to see any live Penn-State football this
year, but my brother got tickets for the Georgia State game (with awesome
parking) and that was slated to be our one and only trip to Beaver Stadium. The
football gods smiled on us, however, and a pair of Pitt game tickets fell in
our laps a few days before the game. I have never seen a Lions-Panther battle,
so this was a treat.
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I am writing in little chunks right now because I’m just
coming out of the creative fog. Just roll with it, and my apologies as always
for taking so long between posts.
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I am distressed a bit at the polarization of virtually
everything in America these days. Anything one says or writes is likely to be
seen through red or blue glasses. I am sorry, but I simply can’t function that
way anymore. I believe in the inherent goodness of all people, and I can’t
dismiss vast swaths of them to fit a political agenda. Perhaps it is the only
wise thing I am doing these days.
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There is something rejuvenating about working outdoors. I am
limited to how much I can do before pooping out, but the exertion, the sweat,
the focus on the task at hand …all of that is a tonic. Winter is over the
horizon a bit, but I am already missing the work outdoors that comes with the
other seasons. The snow blower’s fun, but not much.
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I exist for coffee. It’s my only vice. Tell me to give it up and I’ll make a counter-offer: take me out to a culm bank and just shoot me. A
person’s gotta have something. I can even live **shudder** without wings. But
my last day on the planet will start with coffee if I have any frigging say
about it.
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That’s it for now. Yes, I rambled. It’s how I am these days.
I’m working on it, that’s all I can say.
Be good to each other.
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