Do any of you still subscribe to Sports Illustrated? I stopped years ago. The thing I loved about them were the awesome covers. They don’t do that anymore. The perfect simplicity was what made it almost like a work of art. Check this one out that I just came across.
There were so many….
Speaking of works of art, I have loosely counted 10 references Stix made over the years to making and ultimately delivering my never received oneflapdown gift. If I were to walk the grounds of his rolling estate, it would be something I’d definitely look for. I bet it’s outside somewhere on a table with a rake or a hoe leaning up against it….
Can you imagine Stix taking a ride on BART?
This one is long, and not a lot of gold in it upon first review. But maybe I need to read it again. Anyway, it’s just a nice snapshot into the strange but interesting life he led before getting locked up.
Hey, it’s good to be back on the blog after a whole lotta drama. Monday i drove 40 miles to Bemidji to stay with relatives a couple days while undergoing cataract surgery at a hospital less then a mile from their home Tuesday morning. No pain in the half hour or so surgery. Lots of bright lights and such, much like some kinda acid trip.
Drama began when i had, per instructions as i understood them, left my notebook in my car as being under orders not to drive to the hospital and back and got a ride over by my cousin. Problem developed when i realized her cell # was in the notebook. But knowing where her son worked, i had the hospital page him to get her number. When she picked me up after surgery she immediately informed me that her foster son, suffering from fetal alcohol syndrome, had gone on a rampage, hitting her and that resulting in a police call.
Wednesday morning sort of lazed around, going next door to my cousin’s mother and brother’s place where i was treated to more stories and yet more stories about various family dramas. Then it was off to a grocery to pick up a few items and get down on some deli food before returning to the eye clinic to see the opthalmologist and get the patch removed. Wow! Patch removed and a couple of tests and the right eye is seeing better than it had since probably fifth grade in the year the New York Giants were last World Champions. But there’s always a catch. With the left eye still heavily beset by a cataract condition i’d be needing to wear a patch over one eye or the other, depending on whether needing close-up or distance vision. More appointments to come, including one in a couple weeks to operate on that other orb.
Got home Wednesday afternoon, fed the cats and dog, unloaded groceries and such and logged into the puter to discover that SF had beaten Houston in game one and now were 2 runs behind in game two. Then a friend calls and as we are talking the sky rapidly darkens and thunder rumbles. The wind picks up heavy duty, we ring off and i begin shutting down the computer. Did not quite finish when the lights went out,.
Nothing else to do but up to bed for awhile and towards evening i wake up and head downstairs with all the current out and walk outside to a scene of devastation. Two big spruce trees down across my driveway, so i can’t drive out. Then behind the house my big, old oak had blown down, just missing two different sections of the house. No significant structural damage. Despite being pretty good with a chainsaw i’m a bit handicapped as the doc had ordered me to lift nothing heavier than 20 pounds and not to bend down to the ground. Oh great. Back to bed after a quick snack.
Monday morning after moping around in a very dark house and grubbing together a couple sandwiches, i begin cutting spruce branches with a small swedesaw. Then i hear a car pull up to a downed popple further up the driveway. It’s my friend Ron. His friend Sam had gotten caught driving after a suspension he did not know he had. Ron had driven a couple hundred miles to pick him up along with his car. He’d stayed the night at Ron’s and needed to get home to his place some 55 miles distant. They needed another driver and Ron’s wife is like a day away from major dental surgery and other friends were tied up with one thing or another. So i am elected and agree to drive Sam’s car.
Ron returns the favor, and the some. In the heat and humidity he gets on the chainsaw and first branches the spruces and then cuts the trunks into logs which we roll out of the way. Some of the branches are off the ground significantly that i’m able to pick them up and toss them out of the way, saving him a bit of labor. Then we go after the popple and the driveway is cleared. Back into the house for a couple of Grain Belt Nordeasts. Get up another couple sandwiches after Ron leaves. Do the eyedrops again. Read next to the livingroom window for awhile and then back to bed.
This morning at about 10, a crew from the power company manages to untangle the lines feeding into my transformer. POWER returns. Light. Computer. Refrigerator. Yaaay!
And here, when i got home i thought it would be all peace and quiet after much drama at the relatives. When it rains, it pours.