I have been remiss! My son David is visiting and we have been catching up. And of course, wouldn't you know that Mr. Fibromyalgia has chosen this time to make a solid visitation. Bring on the pain pills.
David arrived under duress. After flying into Chicago and then visiting with his mother for a few days, he borrowed her car to drive up here. About seven miles east of Osseo on Highway 94, he was traveling in the right lane at 70 mph. being passed by a gaggle of three speeding vehicles when a deer jumped out onto the freeway. Because he could not veer left without causing a four car pile up, David did the only thing he could and took to the shoulder -- unfortunately, the deer jumped into his path and damaged the vehicle as shown.
He was pretty shook up by the time he got here. We're just happy that he wasn't hurt. the damn deer could have gone through his wind shield!
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The wonders of the internet never cease to amaze me. I have been contacted through my blog by a young man who, judging from the language and photos on HIS blog, I am going to venture a guess and say he is from Brazil. He has a lot more computer skills than I and his blog is pretty damn cool!
It is, of course, in Prortugese. thank God for Imac and the "Sherlock" translator.
Yesterday our artist friend (and David's advisor when he went to the UWEC) came up for pizza for lunch and he and David had some fine discussions of life, art, politics.
More and more, I am convinced that Tiit is a "very old soul". There is something very peaceful and complete about the man. He is looking very well and during his last checkup and blood draw, the doctors could find no sign of cancer whatsoever.
David and I are going down to his house this afternoon to visit for a bit and see the new remodeling in progress.
David always enjoys his visits here out in the country as it is in such sharp contrast to the cacophony of living in Brooklyn. There are certain shrines we always visit when he is home, the first being Sammy's Pizza, which the lad grew up on. He is also partial to El Patio's Mexican cuisine and Mike's Smokehouse.
Joke time (compliments of Matteo):
A guy was sitting quietly reading his paper when his wife walked up behind him and whacked him on the head with a magazine.
'What was that for?' he asked.
'That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Laura Lou written on it,' she replied.
'Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Laura Lou was the name of one of the horses I bet on,' he explained.
'Oh honey, I'm sorry,' she said. 'I should have known there was a good explanation.'
Three days later he was watching a ball game on TV when she walked up and whacked him in the head again, this time with the iron skillet, which knocked him out cold.
When he came to, he asked, 'What the hell was that for?'
She replied, 'Your horse called.'
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