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The Patient Ox (aka Hénock Gugsa)

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** TPO **
A personal blog with diverse topicality and multiple interests!


On the menu ... politics, music, poetry, and other good stuff.
There is humor, but there is blunt seriousness here as well!


Parfois, on parle français ici aussi. Je suis un francophile .... Bienvenue à tous!

* Your comments and evaluations are appreciated ! *

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Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts

Friday, February 20, 2015

The Vagaries of Old Age - by Hénock Gugsa



The Vagaries of Old Age
by Hénock Gugsa
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What are you thinking when you’re 65 and looking at the abyss in front of you … what lies ahead? One thing for sure – it’s going to be full of surprising discoveries about mortality. As far as you are aware, you have not traveled down this road before. It is going to be a new and unique experience despite the testimonials of others older than you.

What are these discoveries? Well, some are small and others are huge. They may be benign or they may be devastating. And since you are now old, you have nothing else to do but to be preoccupied with them. You seek them out, and when you find them (or they find you), you can’t help but dwell on them. You constantly talk about them, you rhapsodize, and you even write about them if you can tie yourself down.

We begin with the positives.

First: you begin to worry less about tomorrow because in effect you are already in tomorrow-land.

You can make a list of things (activities) with which you can occupy yourself. Preferably, they are voluntarily selected by you, and there are no deadlines, and no serious accountability or consequential commitment should be attached to them. The common denominator to these activities is that they be personally rewarding purely for the accomplishment aspect alone.

You may forget things, and as long as you are not in Alzheimer territory, you should relax. Nobody will blame you for forgetting an appointment now and then, and you won’t be expected to remember everything from the past.

You have really no need for a watch or a clock except as tools to remind you of mealtimes and when to go to bed. You don’t care a whit about calendars; every day is really a continuation of the previous one with slight variations. You may notice changes in the weather, and you may even talk about it just for the thrill of annoying someone. But you know there’s nothing you can do about the weather except move somewhere else … and you won’t because you don’t wanna!

Lastly, you notice you have begun to enjoy the little things in life as if you were a little child. And that’s alright because this is the beginning of your second childhood. You enjoy stealing cookies from the cookie jar, telling silly knock-knock jokes, and being bratty like a six-year old. You can get away with tantrums mostly because nobody’s paying you any mind. But you don’t care because you think you rule!

On the negative side …

Sometimes, you are paranoid about bad surprises …. You are now aware that you clear your throat a lot whether you are about to speak or not. There is always either a dryness or an abundance of mucus permeating the entrance, the passageway to the esophageal canal. If you are not careful or attentive, the slightest excitement can bring on a choking fit. What you drink, how you drink … what you eat, how you eat … and even how you lay your head on a pillow can be perilous feats. At night, when you swish the mouthwash in your mouth, don’t even dream of gurgling … focus your mind on what you’re doing. Don’t go off daydreaming!

You need many props in your daily meanderings … railings on stairs, and handle bars in buses, bars, and bathrooms.

When you get up in the morning, you have to take quick stock of your physical status. What is the “ache” level today? You must remember to stretch and do some side-to-side raised knee swings from a horizontal position. Lower back pains could be so debilitating … lumbar herniated disc, sciatica, etc. are as bad as kidney stones or bad toothaches.

Hearing is one of the early problems you encounter. So you have to use your other facilities to make up for the loss. You need, for example, to will yourself to be constantly alert and physically aware of your surroundings. Pace yourself, be smart and use nearby tools to get around the obstacles life keeps throwing your way. Have you heard of something called “CC” or closed-captioning?

Conclusions:

Old age is a whole new ball game. It is something not many people are prepared for. And if you thought you were, you’ll find many undreamt-off surprises in every corner.

One always needs to weigh the carefree abandon one associates with happy old age against the unrelenting daily (moment-to-moment) care and caution one needs to employ.

On balance, it seems to this writer that old age is indeed full of vagaries … some are fun and some are unpleasant. Depending on your philosophical outlook and your mental disposition, you as an old person may turn out to be a good player.


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Thursday, February 12, 2015

Slothism - by TPO


Slothism
By TPO



Chronic Fatigue Syndrome Gets a New Name                    
by David Tuller, "WELL" blogs, NY Times
2/10/2015
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The Institute of Medicine on Tuesday proposed a new name and new diagnostic criteria for the condition that many still call chronic fatigue syndrome.

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An institute panel recommended that the illness be renamed “systemic exertion intolerance disease,” a term that reflects what patients, clinicians and researchers all agree is a core symptom: a sustained depletion of energy after minimal activity, called postexertional malaise.


*** My take on it:  Why don't they just call it what it is: SLOTHISM.
... and it is not a disease ... it is a predisposition!
Slothism is a perfectly normal state to be in when you are old!!!
       Sloth: medium-sized mammal belonging the families Megalonychidae and Bradypodidae … 
       Scientific name: Folivora
       Daily sleep:        15 – 18 hours
*** If you ask me, hanging on to a tree limb all day long is exhausting   
       work !!!


Sunday, February 8, 2015

Armadillo by Morning - by TPO, David Petete, and D. Douglas Irby

 

TPO: 
Woke up yesterday morning thinking of the 8 years I had wasted in Texas ... then images of armadillos crept into my head ... followed by the song "Amarillo by Morning" ... only the song morphed to "Armadillo by Morning"!!!
Strangely enough, somebody named Petete must have had that same experience a while back ... and put it in a song album.
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 David Petete:- 
[click the link below to listen to the song, then go back one page ( < ) to come back here.]
Armadillo by Morning
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"Armadillo by Morning"
by  D. Douglas Irby *
(with apologies to George Strait)
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Armadillo by morning.
Road is hot as hell.
Everything that I got
is right inside my shell.
When the sun is high
in the Texas sky,
I'll be walking down the interstate.
Armadillo by morning.
Armadillo, seeking a mate.

I made a burrow in Houston.
Ate some grubs in Santa Fe.
Mated with a lunchbox
somewhere along the way.
I see a Lone Star can
in my cold dead hands
before the day is said and done.
Armadillo by morning.
Armadillo overrun.

Armadillo by morning,
eyesight's poor as hell.
Everything that I got
is right inside my shell.
I ain't got much time, 
'cause the road ain't kind.
But, the highway's always calling me.
Armadillo by evening.
Roadkill is what I'll be.
Armadillo by evening.
Roadkill is what I'll be.
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* -  © D. Douglas Irby


Thursday, January 15, 2015

Everybody Plays the Fool - by TMI


Everybody Plays the Fool (EPTF)
by
The Main Ingredient (TMI)

               








Saturday, January 10, 2015

A Happy Plumber - by Christy of Menomonie, Wisconsin



A Happy Plumber
by Christy of Menomonie, Wis.
Bulletin Board, St. Paul Pioneer Press
01/09/2015
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In the middle (please?) of a long, long winter, it doesn't take much to make a plumber happy!

The plumber who arrived to fix our toilet leak was very pleasant and conversational -- quite the contrast to the last, grumpy, monosyllabic plumber. I thought: 'Now here is a man who enjoys his work.' This repair was quite simple, so he was done quickly. He lingered by the front door before leaving and said he was sorry our job didn't take him very long to complete.

Turns out he had to return to his previous work-in-progress: crawling through the snow under a house trailer to thaw out frozen pipes. On a day when the temperatures were below-zero and with obscene wind-chills, I could see why a leaky-indoor-toilet job would make him very happy.

[to be filed under "14,001 things to gripe about"]