I spent 20 days in the hospital- in two hospitals when my lungs were uncooperative with getting me oxygen. i was out of breath on a 3 block walk to the shoplifters paradise that is ALDI- who wn't hire me either- so i steal moe. they are paying me somehow or other. SO i told my free doctor about the breathing problem. I get a consult from an organization who targets ol people who hate the doctor with heart issues. 

I dont know how i hooked up with them. they call me once a month and send a car for me to get there and seeing a dr this often was interesting. anyway- with the breathing issue raring its head i i got myself dropped off and they kept me ten days and put a machine over my head that inflated and deflated all night long. it was weird trying to fall asleep with that noisy thing on but i somehow, did and then i woke up at 4 am and ripped it off my head and shit myself. what a night

the nurse was cool about helping me clean up which was helpful because i am too fat to wipe my own ass. i need to start doing yoga to get that stretch back or lose 100 lbs.

Mission Statement

I want to share my perception of the truth about things as I perceive them in a rotating series of posts on the specific topics at the top of this blog.  Check out the topics on the side of the page.  They are some of  the things I have a small degree of expertise on that I want to investigate and share.

I am a both a literal and figurative SOB.

As 50 looms and the same recurring path recycles itself in my thoughts.

 30 years of spiraling scribbles that pursue their tails like that famous Greek snake.  I  was quiet for 49 years, 50 is my year to blossom, to tell the truth about things, the age where I have perspective and wisdom and am ready to share it.

Eddies and whirlpools and fresh starts all leading back to the same conclusion all decked out in the latest Haute Coture, brand new clothing from the "Emporer" collection.

This is a work in progress, now with editing for clarity and community outreach.  This should be and is intended to be a great deal of fun, working on side projects because I am not a full time anything except trouble maker.

I am a Trouble making SOB.

In the Black Bar at the top are some ideas about new truth I want to pursue.
Each has a home work assignment.
The trouble I want to get into.
The things that wake me up at 4 am, fresh out of the unconscious realm, energized and ready to boogie.
The breathless, joyous, smiling way too much and talking way too fast because my mind is just on hyperdrive when I get excited by conversations with people about "wouldn't it be great if...."