It is risen

I got me a fresh sheet of virtual paper and I roll it into the carriage...

I think I’ve been sick of typing. I’ve even found it difficult to effectively do e-mail, and that is one of the few ways to reliably get ahold of me. The FaceBook, 2-3 sentences and I’m out, has been de rigeur around here.

It was a really harsh winter around La cerise de chateau, maison du fumeur de detente. So right now forsythia is like the breath of the atman made manifest on earth.

I had a really, tremendously, bad bout of infection that started just before Thanksgiving. For the most part I missed all the holidays. On Thanksgiving itself I was too sick to even walk next door. About a week of 104 fevers. Since then it’s been a long, slow, road back.

I popped into UBU’s one of the very first good days, that was a good thing, getting out, into town, having lunch. Now I have have to pop back and give him back the books I bought as well as a few additional. I find myself in the market to get rid of, in some cases sell, books. That is something I’ve never been good at at all. It feels pretty free to be in a place where I can let a book go deliberately as opposed to losing it.

I’m ready to let more things go.
I have started sorting out anything I don’t have a pretty legitimate claim on to be sent back. I’m watching the hoarders and I don’t want to be there or leave that for someone else to deal with. Keep the precious and let the chaff blow away. That’s the new mantra. There will be a porch sale this year.

Chemical Castration

I’ve been having a bit of a “flat affect.” You may not have noticed.

So “we” are trying some new things. Massive doses of vitamin D3 is one. Three weeks after taking 5000 IU’s a day my levels are up into the bottom ranges of normal. Therefore I assume, that there was in fact, a previous deficit. Even though it’s one of the least expensive supplements I’ve ever gotten I am glad to say I can now drop on down to 3000 IU’s. Every little bit it helps.

Also it would appear that somewhere a hypo-thyroid thing appeared. I am being told that this nifty new pill will put some zippy in my pip. Am I pzipy yet? You tell me.

Then there’s the perennial favourite, which is that it is no longer February and early March in Michigan. This winter was a straight out bitch. What a long drawn out drag.

And there is the slow burn, subtle furious-ness at government and their insistence and propaganda that as a fat smoker I am THE embodiment of THE problem. Slow burn hatred is never good for my productivity. But again, I’m sure noone noticed.

And there you have it, the word castration is coming from the Greek word kaezein.
And that’s a cheesy movie reference, if you don’t get it it really can’t be helped.

PS

When we got back in the neighborhood, I made a point to look at the neighbors garden where the earliest snowdrops are each year. Sure enough, they are up, they have colour (so to speak), and will likely open in a day or two.
So it’s more than official now.

The Hooligans of Likker*

Went on an outing with Nigel yesterday. A bit of a walkabout based on going to the Nat. Sci. Exhibit Museum for a project for geology class. Got an awesome Dover book at the gift shop (I LOVE Dover books!) “Art Forms In Nature” 100 plates by Ernst Haeckel. There’s a Hydra in there that I’m completely infatuated with now.

Anyhoo, we meandered home stopping by many places I’ve needed to get by but never go into “uptown” anymore. Perhaps because of such things as many green hatted or garbed, drunken baby ass’s, having a go at St. Practice Day.
So, we hit up Maison Edward’s (they’re out of 4711), Sam’s (a new pair of super padded hiking socks), UBU’s ( for a couple more of my newest addiction, the “Dark Shadows” trashy novels), The Co-op (to show him the ropes there), The Smoothie King (where I can get Emergen-C for half the price of the Co-op and got Nige a free creamsicle smoothie to boot!), Kosmo Deli (cheeseburger for him and Kosmoburger, with everything, for me). After that we walked home via Braun Court (where Keith and Martin are busy, little, empire building, beavers). Passing the mini alley by the corner gas where the melted snow has uncovered a morass of sodden, angry, likker bottles, bedraggled, abandoned, clothing and half filled forties (I’m guessing not with beer). Nige commented that these were the likkers that other liquors were afraid of. That when the Kessler’s got home it said “you won’t believe what I just had to go through”.
A final stop at Knight’s and it was pretty much a quintessential Ann Arbor stroll.

* Nigel’s comment as we stopped and stared.