Tuesday, December 7, 2021

Holy shitski . . . and . . . merdeski too . . .

A few years ago - not today's Hawk

 After spending a short time this past Friday at a Walk-In Clinic to find out that I have indigestion which is really hurtful and allergies that are driving me mad and not getting too much relief after the visit I went to my primary care doctor yesterday about 35 miles from home and along with Friday's medicines I was given four more medicines. After reading all of the dire consequences if these new prescriptions don't agree with me or the regular prescriptions I take daily I decided to only use prednisone - one at 8pm last night and  one at 8am this morning. Well . . . that certainly did the trick . . . I am wired. Dante's Pop, I'll change his name as I see fit depending on which grand animal suits my fancy at the time I'm writing, offered me breakfast this morning at James' in town but I asked to go to the Bird Man in St. Francisville. It is a very cloudy, overcast, dark, Connecticut, November yucky day here in Louisiana but the people, food and spirits at the Bird Man were a balm to my crazy spirit and body.  After breakfast we checked out my Mississippi, still way below normal; the cruise ships must dock across the river and the people are bused in from the west bank to St. Francisville on the east bank. Dante's Pop suggested I leave my camera home because he knows me so well that even though the dark day would make picture taking more than difficult he knew I would have to walk the river bank and try to take photos anyway! So without my camera we still prowled My Favorite River and saw a marvelously huge hawk in an extremely tall tree right along the bank as we watched three barges working their way carefully along the muddy waters of the channel. I also prevailed on Daytona's Pop to cross My Audubon Bridge to see if the Pelicans (the birds not the so-called Basketball Team) were still hanging around Pointe Coupee Parish. Not a single bird of any sort was seen but the ride over My Bridge was heavenly as usual. I think I have to find a way to get the authorities to close My Bridge to cars so that I can walk across my domain from East to West and then back again from West to East. I might need a day or two because I no longer walk with any speed whatsoever! That is one of the trials you face as you are almost ready to be 79 years old and start your 80th year on God's Planet.

When we got home I decided to take my walk in the neighborhood while Charlie's Pop was at South Park flying his models. I saw a neighbor who had back surgery about two years ago and whose husband died while she was hospitalized bending over the drainage ditch in her yard using two rakes to pull leaves out of the culvert so water could flow more easily. She then bent over from the waist and with wet gloves was putting the leaves in a plastic bag and bringing the bag to her garage. Honest to goodness! What else can you do but offer to help! So there we were two gray-haired geniuses raking wet leaves from the ditch. I managed to get more leaves up to her and as she almost fell over I insisted she stand up straight and I managed to get a pile of wet leaves on more even ground and borrowed her wet gloves to put the pile into her plastic bag. Phew! Then we walked to her garage, she carrying the bag of leaves and I with the two rakes. We did it and were proud of our work! I said good day to our neighbor and continued my walk. Of course the walk led me to the other end of the hood and a large, beautiful hawk was perched on the cross piece of a jeep in another neighbor's yard. I rushed home for my camera but when I returned it was gone. I knew that that would be the case but I had to try even though the chances were slim that I would ever get off a shot. Oh well, que sera sera. 

I shall leave this gobbledygook here because I must go make some sort of chicken salad for sandwiches later today.

PS I also had a bout with Anthem. A hospital in Zachary has been trying to collect $467 from me for something that took place in February 2019. We do not owe them but they have been threatening to send the bill to a collection agency and I have been trying to get Anthem to straighten out this mess for the last few months. So I was at it again today and today's Anthem lady said she would take care of it. I asked what I should do if I get the bill again in January 2022 since my insurance will change January 1, 2022. She told me to hang on to my Anthem card and call them if it keeps happening!!! Oy vey! 


Quote: You  cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense. _______Shakespeare

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