Monday, November 21, 2016

Making delayade

Well, surgery will be on December 8 or perhaps December 9. One or the other unless disrupted by the end of the world or something.
The moonrise November 14.

I've been struggling for the last week with being cross about the delay and feeling sorry for myself. Such a whiner!

I even let the weather change get me down a bit. We went from a high of 80 on Wednesday to a high of 31 on Thursday. A couple of cold, wind-driven inches of snow chimed in, and overnight temperatures tumbled all the way to 10 degrees.

So getting out, about and around was more difficult and less comfortable. I hobbled painfully through my winter chores and begrudged the great burden of having to report to the hospital daily for an infusion of IV antibiotics.

A real mopey arsehole I can be.

I had a tough night last night with aches and pains and fever and stomach upset. The morning dawned grim and cold and ugly.

My dog gave me a funny look when I prepared to head out for chores. She perked her ears, cocked her head to one side, and stared at me.

"Th' hell's your problem," she seemed to ask.

Then I got a whiff of my attitude and it smelled really bad.

I resolved to clean up my act.

I had to fake it at first. But it didn't take long to brighten my outlook.

With a big assist from Nona and from Nature's beautiful morning.
Nona's dad Jeeter, soakin' up the sunshine.

No wind, a huge blue sky, and the sun still high enough in the heavens to kiss the world with light and warmth.

As the temperature rocketed past 40 degrees the air came alive with the good smell of autumn. Damp earth, fallen leaves, warming bark, melting snow, freshly stacked hay bales, grain dust, warm cows, steaming fresh manure.

Snow and ice melted throughout the day. Cows and calves grazed, birds and small mammals flitted and fed, deer ghosted along treelines, the brilliant sun warmed by heart and my bones.

Then came sunset, with the atmosphere still and clear as glass while nature wielded her paintbrush on the canvas of the southwestern sky, daubing colorful pigments of air and dust and photons with gleeful abandon.

The air cooled and became bracing, cows continued to graze, dogs skittered around in dogish joy, and the last Cessna of the day turned final, chirped onto the runway, then snarled toward hangar and home.

I am so blessed to be able to experience the beauty of the day, the beauty of boundless, teeming life perched on the cusp of winter's annual nap. I could be chained to a hospital bed, could be really, really ill, but I am not.

I can take the delay that the world has given me and wallow in self pity. Or I can make delayade.

I shall try to do the latter.


  1. Beautiful pictures. Painted by your words and by God's own hand in your surroundings.

    It's tough not to get down at times when you've got health issues, whether they're minor or major, they can certainly get you down. They're a bother for sure.

    Hang in there, everything that is to be, will be. Not much we can do except enjoy the ride as best we can.

    1. Thanks Sarge!

      We only get one ride on the river, as a great aviator said...

  2. That cow! Is it not the famous Silver Blaze, whom you ought from Colonel Ross, of King's Pyland Farm, Dartmoor, Devonshire?

    Do you think Butterbelly is down in his burrow, reading a book, in front of his fireplace?

    1. Nay, that's owt but Blossom, a young herd cow. Mind you, she's a goer in t' steeplechase...

      I think about that weasel nearly every day. He's probably watching BBC4 and snacking on a bowl of baby rabbits.

    2. HA!HA!HA!HA!, Brilliant! ( As they would say on the BBC )

  3. You are surrounded by all that and still feel'n sorry for yourself, come on Bucko, cowboy up!

    1. Thanks Brig. Hard to believe, isn't it? I think if I was a city feller I'd have cut my throat years ago. Have a great Thanksgiving!

    2. Happy Thanksgiving to you, we are blessed!

  4. As an occasional, but enthusiastic visitor, I wish you a Happy Thanksgiving and hope that you will be even more thankful when the paper shufflers finally let the docs do their magic and get you back up to speed. Meanwhile, I am sure that many others are still thankful for the good treatment you have provided them in the past, and other good deeds you have done. You know, that karma stuff, and it it time you were on the receiving end for all that.
    Prayers for a swift and full recovery and painless future.
    John Blackshoe