Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Portrait of the Eggplant. 12-22-09

I was looking for this picture when I posted about selling the Caravan on 12-18-09, but couldn't remember when the image was taken - not even close. Hardly over a year ago and yet my brain has created a vast muddled space to track through - no more linear clarity here!
The original post was 09-29-08.
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4 comments:

Christine Thresh said...

Bye, bye eggplant.

Del, I hope you have many fun adventures in your new vehicle.

June said...

hmmm, Del, "vast muddled (I saw "muddy") track." I think of my brain as more like a combo of scrambled eggs and a cobweb, where any idea leads to another idea, not necessarily connected except by some mislaid synapse.

But vast muddy space might be more like it --snort..

Del said...

"A confused, disordered, or embarrassing condition; mess."
No mud in my brain - we are, after all, still on water rationing - minds and all. A "storm" is predicted in our area next weekend - possibly a fourth of an inch of rain! Well, we take what we can get.
At least one of the meds I am taking makes me sleepy, so a 15 minute jigsaw puzzle takes half an hour, or longer. I work in a few pieces and then my head drops into drooling position for a minute or two. The local cable channel has moved all my favorite stations to a higher cost plan, so no 24 hour weather, only one PBS station (but the best one), and no "B" movies. I suppose I will have to look into Direct TV or one of those deals - seems a waste since TV is far down on my agenda. When I am sick and the mind is not working a little mindless TV is a palliative and only creates a slight bit of brain rot. And if I doze off I don't miss much. Tonight I'd take a 'sleep aid' and hope for some quality rest, but in combo with the rest of the chemicals I'm not sure what would happen. Bitch, bitch bitch - illness brings that out, doesn't it? I hope all my readers have a great Xmas. Love, Del

June said...

I think they should have TV cable packages for times of illness -- maybe six a year for two weeks apiece or some such. Just enough to get you through.

As for bitch bitch bitch -- well, in my family that always called for a remark something like "he must be getting better; he's impossible to live with." I know that wouldn't be true in your case.... but thought you'd enjoy the thought. And besides, I'm too far away to throw your eggnog at.