Well, friends, I think this story has run its course. I sat earlier tonight and wrote 2,093 words. Upon review I find that it was all hyperliterate, self important crapola. I haven’t deleted it ... yet ... but I do not think it’ll see the light of day.
About me: Headache? Gone. Backache? Gone. Nagging cough due to pressure on my diaphragm? Gone. Constant pressure in my head? Gone. I still need the parathyroid surgery, but that’ll be a pedestrian outpatient procedure. I feel 1,000% better and that comes right through the fact that I caught the flu while in the shelter. Who knew one little kidney stone could cause such grief? Resolving the parathyroid issue should protect me from any further occurrences.
David and I are both on the mend, both physically and financially. I’m going to close this out with a little peek into my world, for those who care to come looking to hear ... the rest of the story :-)
Look for me ... where all is falling to ruin.
Look for me ... where the yellow kayak is beached in some quiet, out of the way place.
Look for me ... where things are just a little bit different.
Look for me ... sleeping under the stars near the ranch road exit at mile marker 108.
Look for me ... where others have made their mark.
Look for me ... where others are passing without noticing.
Look for me ... in places that arise at some times, but not at others.
Look for me ... high above.
Look for me ... on the balcony in the desert air, waiting for sunset to make Las Vegas bearable.
Look for me ... where the water comes for the island
Look for me ... but in an absolute sense, rather than a dualistic one.
And better yet, why not go and look for yourself? The first step on the path is unplugging that glowing box in your living room, and the next setting foot out on the road.