Subject: SHIVERCITY GAZETTE
It's 34 degrees outside with a 14 MPH wind out of Canada. The sky is
full of clouds and the clouds are full of water. So far, none of them
have started leaking.
Yesterday days H/L was
Last years H/L on this date was
Normal H/L for this date is
Todays Skeeter Meter reading is ZERO
Todays lovely living index is 3
We are under a winter storm watch for tonight. The weather person is
saying we could get from one to three inches of ski wax tonight.
Rats, (that's Norwegian for dirty varments) and I just put stabil in
the snow blower and stuck it the in the back of the shed.
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profanity makes ignorance audible
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NOCTURNAL
Did you ever have one of those days? When nothin' ain't right, from
morning til night. Did you ever have one of those's days?
Well, I just had, "one of those nights." It all started around 9:00pm
last night, as I walked past the refrigerator. Several years ago (I
think) we rented out the door of our refrigerator to the medical
industry. Since then it has become the "appointment center" of our
world. Anyway, as I glanced at the door, I was reminded I'm scheduled to
meet with Dr. Pettit in the morning. I like Dr. Pettit. I even like to
watch him on his TV show, Becker, on Sunday nights. Except for the test
for carpal tunnel he hasn't even hurt me, very much.
As I went to bed I wasn't thinking of anything in particular. I didn't
even get through the first flock of sheep and I was sound asleep. Then,
as I rolled over the number 10:10 appeared on the clock. I remember
hearing something about Raymond getting his backside carrest and puff,
back to sleep. I was sawing logs with the best of them when, all of a
sudden I opened my eyes and there was a 10:14 on the clock.
I pushed Sami over to his 'mom', rolled over and went right back to
sleep. The next thing know, Sami is licking my ear wanting to visit his
favorite fire hydrant. Holy smokers, I'm thinking, it must be almost
time to get up. On the way through the kitchen I noticed 11:07 on the
clock. Wow, I thought, when I get back to bed I'll still get a full
nights sleep,...I thought.
Sami hit the hydrant and we both went back to bed. Sami feel right to
sleep. I started thinking about Dr Deason, and how he broke off a needle
in my butt. On the same Christmas eve I received my first ever Tonka
truck. It's 11:13. Everyone was at Gramma Sevigny's house having a great
time, and, I had to get sick. Take him over to Doc Deason Aunt Theresa
said, he'll give him some stuff and he'll be fine in no time Aunt Winney
said. Aunt Fabi said, "why don't you just take him home and put him to
bed?" It's 11:16. Fabi was 'close with her money' to say the least. As I
remember it, we returned to gramma's house from Dr. Deason and now,
along with being sicker than a dog (sorry Sami) I had this serious pain
in the donkey. It's 11:23.
Then I spent the next several minutes trying to remember why I hate
needles. Then of course, several minutes trying to forget my feelings
about needles. It's 11:44pm.
Between 11:44 and 11:45 I started thinking about my brother David and
the time he got into some poison Oak. I remember thinking how lucky he
was. All I could ever find was poison Ivy. It's 11:52 and I can still
see him laying out in the sun in front of the little house. Covered from
head to toe with that pink junk.
I must have fallen asleep shortly after 11:54 as the next numbers on
the clock flashed 12:07. Then the "ring worm" age started messaging my
medical memory bank. Those stocking caps from long john legs didn't
change the looks of the boys much. However it did make some of the girls
look like little creatures from a Disney movie. It's 12:16 and that's no
April fool.
Then I started thinking about the time I had chicken pox. I'm not sure
if the hair on my arms was long enough to pull yet or not. I know I
could still see me rubbing and scratching. With every scratch mom would
say, your going to be all scared up, and, look like heck (I cleaned that
up a little) when you get older. She was right, but I don't think it had
anything to do with scratching. It's 12:44am.
If I don't get to sleep, I'm going to be tired tomorrow, I thought.
Then I remembered the 1965 beet harvest with Uncle Leonard. We went 72
hours straight trying to get the crop off. We did, and I'm not nearly
that tired now, I thought. It's 1:23pm. It was a long harvest, it even
took awhile to remember it.
Then the Kimbells Turkey plant and my first serious stay in the
hospital ran through my memory bank. Blood poisoning they said. 6 days
in the hospital cleared it up,.....the first time. The second time, less
than a week later, I got to stay in a motorized bed for 10 days. Then
they said, the next time will probably be your last. Okay, I found other
employment. (cleaning the city sewer system) It's 1:49pm, and, I'm
pretty sure I can get some sleep.
Again I push Sami over to Pat's side of the bed, roll over, slap my
pillow, shut my eyes, and shoot. (that's Norwegian for still can't
sleep) It's 1:51. Maybe a quick trip to the library would help me out of
the nocturnal mode. It's 2:09, nope that didn't work.
As I joined Pat and Sami once again, I remembered Dr Eaton telling me I
should have went to see him "before" my appendix burst. It's 2:13 and
the next thing I know Dr Eaton is sewing the heel back on my left foot.
Then I revisited the Toro reel type (tee box) mower that chased me down
the fairway at the golf course until it finally cut my heel off. Now,
it's already 2.30.
For some reason, both shoulders seem to hurt more so I decided to get
up and take a couple pills. I turned on the war for a minutes and then
returned to be bed. It's 2:49, Sami is still tucked up close to Pat and
everything looks good for a rest of the night sleep. It's 3:02 and, the
rest of the nights sleep just went in the crapper.
I woke up Sami, put him on my chest, scratched his belly and told him
how happy I was that he was willing to stay up and talk with me. It's
3.17, Sami's falling asleep, and, I'm not. So, I laid Sami down beside
Pat, and, decided it's time to get up.
After all, I did have to make coffee, take a shower, get dressed,
address the daily Gazette list, and be at Granny's by 6:00.
Now then, two things I can tell you. There isn't much to do in the
middle of the night in Shivercity. I wasn't late for coffee at Granny's.
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GOTTA GO WORK ON MY DASH
(and see Doctor Pettit)
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P.S.
8 more nights and I'll be able to celebrate the day that started all
this foolishness.
Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's to late.
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