Week Thirty-Two

(Picture is Carol and Chris hanging out at Honolulu airport)

Hi, to whoever is out there.

I know these reports are getting a little redundant.  There’s not much new info to share….but at least there’s a weekly poem!  I guess that’s my excuse now, i.e. an opportunity to share a poem with you.  I’ve still got a wide range of them, so I’ll torture you for a few more weeks….maybe until I get the results of my PET scan in March, which will tell whether there is any more cancer lingering around.  I’m also getting an MRI PSA exam in March, which will provide an update on my low-grade prostate cancer situation.  Oh boy.

I’m a day late in getting this week’s blog written.  Friday was a busy day, and I got in 9 holes of golf as well.  The tentative plan was to see if I could play 18 holes.  Well, after 7 holes I knew I was gonna be done after 9.  The ol’ game needs a lot of work, and I’ve still got a lot of recovering to do.

So today is Saturday, and this morning’s weight was 125.0! I’m very happy about that, and I think I’ve reached a little plateau at the 125 level, from which I hope I’ll launch another weight increase shortly. (Last Friday’s weight was 123.7 lbs.)

Went to a memorial service last week for a former State workmate and occasional golf partner.  Huge turnout, and a chance to mingle with a lot of folks I hadn’t seen in a number of years.  He died unexpectedly at 64…that’s way too young.  I guess I should be thankful that I’m still kicking at 75.

Wednesday morning Carol and I got up at 5:30 am and went for a walk to watch the Blue Moon Super Moon Eclipse.  A very nice experience.

Well, that’s it for now…poem to follow:

 

             Guns

Gunsmoke

Annie, Get your Gun

Have Gun, Will Travel

Gunfight at the O.K. Corral

 

We like our shoot-em-ups

And we’ve liked them for a long time.

That’s how we built this nation

Killed wild game to survive

Battled the British

Fought the Indians

Tamed the West

With guns.

 

Guns were so important we wrote them into our Constitution

Now there are lots of interpretations, lots of differences

And lots of guns.

 

And many unfortunate deaths

Unhappy suicides, with a handy gun

Impromptu rage and murder,

Thanks to a handy gun

Accidents…guns are a dangerous toy

And of course mass murders by someone

Gone wacko

With a gun.

 

But we’re still a young nation

We still think it’s people who kill, not guns.

Older countries have figured out

It’s people with guns

Who kill.

 

We will too, someday.

Then we can say

“Don’t take your gun to town, son.”

 

Until then, let’s lock and load.