Dateline: Ohau, Hawaii
April 11, 2018
Eeyore of the Forty Acre Woods, of Winnie the Pooh fame, has nothing on the character that has appeared across from my pool at the abode. There’s a bush over there and it looks every bit like Eeyore, either that or I am simply losing it at a faster rate than I thought. Now, it is true that animal life, real and imagined, has more meaning to me that might be healthy, but there is enough reality in such contacts to keep me going.
There have been animals here all along with me and I am among them. Eeyore isn’t one of those. I haven’t completely lost it. Eeyore is a bush. A manifestation appearing out of the bush. The manifestation in my own mind, of course, and maybe in your own, as I attach the photo of the donkey shape to this comment. Its been that kind of a day. No real stress. Just watching and listening as life goes on and by me here next to the ocean. I sit here waiting for I don’t know what. I am listening to some old Roy Orbison stuff from a disk playing on a stereo made around the time I came back from the Nam.
The owner of the abode is one of those guys. Us guys. Maybe he’s a little better clued into it all than I am. I can’t say for sure because he is mum about his time over there. He reads my work and nods. That’s it. Tomorrow will start another day of winding down to some ceaseless place where I can’t get tired because there’s nothing to be tired about. I drive the rental car. I got to a shopping center. A beach. A beach shack. I buy a new Aloha shirt I don’t need. I cook and eat so much fresh fish I could SCUBA dive without a tank.
Here’s Eeyore for your own consideration…
Had a favorite radiologist some years ago, a real gruff, extremely tall,quick-temperded andexceptionally talented “empire builder”! He used to Crack me up with his command of the English language. Now, I’m not shy at all about coaxing
smile on even the most dour demeanors…so, I asked, ” Dr B.,. you’ve insisted that in fact, my instruments
are nothing more than mere tools! ” May I ask a qustion? I heard a rumor recently, where you’d sly|y suggest you have the greatest Bible ever published and still in print
” Yeah…so?? it’s on top of the lecturn, Why not check it out and decide decide whether it’s fact or fiction, rumor or imagination?” I spent 25 minutes perusing his bible, which wasn’t a bible, yet was an unabridged dictionary, in excellent condition! I finally returned to his study and upon entering, he asked me…Well, what’d you learn? “Well sir, apparently beyond the appearance of the unexplainable, I realized that in fact your Harvard trained son is NOT a sophisticated rhetorician intoxicated by the exuberance of his own verbosity…in point of fact sir, he’s just as 5150 as the rest of us!! But…don’t take my word for it, everyone else agrees, beyond being a wunderkind whiz-kid with a surgical instrument…he’s still the “tool” you’ve always said he was! Semper Fi Jim
He did good work on you! Thanks for the detail about your own life. 5150, hell, you’d almost have
to be an ex-California cop to know that term. “Unable to care for the safety of yourself or others.”
My grandfather was Chief of Police in Utah…5150 was part of my careeremployment Ive done quite a bit of imaging on that ward!I’ve actually caught my tail twice since Dad left the world. They were very kind…I’m sure I’ve had contact with one CIA person yet I’d given a recommend to a bright young man, so I felt it was a thank you!
sounds like your having a great time
Not too bad at all Dave…