Archive for July, 2005

“Brothers”

Friday, July 29th, 2005

This one was inspired by a story that Jeff is working on.
“Brothers”
Come when I am broken
Come when I am weak
Come when I am wounded
Come when I am meek
Leave me not forsaken
In this lonely place
I need you here my brothers
Let me see your face
I am not an island
And though we’re fully grown
There’s more strength together
Than any [...]

“Tell Me”

Wednesday, July 27th, 2005

Tell me your name is “S”
Let me into a bit of your world
Come and get it off of your chest
Let the secrets you hide slowly unfurl
Tell me you live on 7th Street
Don’t you know I’m never there
It is unlikely we’ll meet
Less likely still that I’ll care
Tell me you love the color blue
Vibrant trees and clear [...]

I Need To Write

Tuesday, July 26th, 2005

Last week was taken up by a much unexpected death in my wife’s family and, later in the week, Youth Week at church. I volunteered our services as “camp cooks” which I now believe comprises more than half of all the preparation and work that goes into Youth Camp. Way to go dropping [...]

Bees

Monday, July 25th, 2005

How is it that I have seen tons of bees around my yard for years now, but never a bee hive? I mean, I find the wasps’ nests easily enough…

Let The (Un)Festivities Begin

Tuesday, July 19th, 2005

My wife’s grandmother was unhooked from her ventilator Saturday at 6:00 PM. From what I hear, she passed away only 10 minutes later. There was no telling how long she was going to survive once unhooked from life support, but a few EEGs and an MRI showed that there was nothing going on [...]

If This Room Could Talk

Friday, July 15th, 2005

I spent a few hours in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) waiting room on Wednesday night. My wife’s grandmother (on her father’s side) had some sort of cardiac arrest. So there I was in a room not totally unfamiliar to me through the years. Not too long ago my wife’s grandfather (on [...]

Lunch Feast

Thursday, July 14th, 2005

Tomorrow at lunchtime a pharmaceutical rep is supplying a rather large feast at the PCP offices I am currently registering for. Some things on the menu include: lobster, steamed clams, chicken breast, watermelon and steak. We’re talking fresh Maine seafood without the thousands of miles worth of shipping first.
The lunch [...]

The Toughest Little Kid In Glenburn

Wednesday, July 13th, 2005

When you were little, did you ever play the Give Game? In this game you had to wrestle around and try to cause each other so much pain or discomfort that you got the other person to say “give”. This game vaulted my standings with the kids in my neighborhood.
I was always too [...]

Confirmation

Tuesday, July 12th, 2005

I’m still not allergic to bee stings.

Nothing Special

Monday, July 11th, 2005

My weird workweek is over, but I’m still not in the mood to sit down and write some stuff that I’ve been wanting to. Right now I’m pretty darned tired; I think I’m still adjusting to my new sleep schedule where I get up at 5 AM to get ready for work instead of [...]

Out The Other Side

Saturday, July 9th, 2005

Whew! Here I am on the other side of a 3:30 PM to Midnight shift week in the Emergency Department (ED). I made it! I have to say that as much as I love working in the ED, this shift certainly takes its toll.
I arrive in the ED when the [...]

Scene 15: PM for you, Trey!

Tuesday, July 5th, 2005

[SIR TREY and WINDSOR are walking along pinching each other on the skin just around the triceps.]
SIR TREY:
Well taken, WINDSOR!
WINDSOR:
Thank you, Bohunkus Nashvillius! Most kind.
SIR TREY:
And again! There you are! Good. Steady! And now, the big pinch! Uuh! Come on, WINDSOR!
[Alisa walks on with a missive for Sir Trey]
WINDSOR:
PM for you, Trey.
[Pinches Alisa on [...]

Scene 14: ‘At the Man Board…’

Saturday, July 2nd, 2005

(Adapted from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Names and actions courtesy of event that occur at the Rumor Forum.)
ACOUSTIC JOE:
The Tale of Sir Trey.
LORD JOSH BOBBIT:
One day, lad, all this will be yours!
PRINCE JDR:
What, the monitor?
LORD JOSH:
No. Not the monitor, lad. All the threads you can see, stretched out [...]