Eight Feet Deep

 It feels like an odds and ends type of day. That means I write about odds and ends of life, lib­erty and the pur­suit of dinner.

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 It’s laun­dry and more specif­i­cally dry­ing time. That was such a beau­ti­ful song. Wasn’t that Ray Charles? “Oh it’s dry­ing time again, you’re going to leave me/I can see that far­away look in your eyes … ” Oh  yeah, it was cry­ing, not dry­ing. No s**t man, Ray sang that, far­away look and all.

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 All the politi­cians and cable news pun­dits are talk­ing about how a few elec­tions such as a sin­gle con­gres­sional race in New York state and the con­test for gov­er­nor in New Jer­sey will be the big “report card” on the Obama admin­is­tra­tion. I thought they did that on the first 100 days. The truth is, it gives the talk­ing heads some­thing to talk about, as if they were totally with­out a sub­ject of dis­cus­sion. It just beats me to a smashed doo­dle bug.

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 The Tex­ans looked awe­some yes­ter­day. Buf­falo, not so much.

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 I just got back my EMG report from two weeks ago. It would be nice to have a neu­rol­o­gist to explain it to me since one did the test. But I sup­pose the Depart­ment of Vet­er­ans Affairs has a plan. Yeah, I bet. Espe­cially since I don’t have a “per­sonal” pri­mary care physi­cian or physi­cians assis­tant or nurse prac­ti­tioner. You see, my clinic is short two pri­mary care peo­ple right now, or they was last week. So who knows when I will get a doc­tor for my very own who can over­see the test­ing that Dr. G-V rec­om­mended in his report: “Screen for causes of periph­eral neu­ropa­thy (meta­bolic, toxic, nutri­tional).” Yeah, and all that good doc­tor stuff

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Whaz­zup? (Photo cour­tesy Texas Parks and Wildlife Depart­ment © 2006)

See you later, Catfish.

I just felt the need to call some­one Cat­fish today.

Doesn’t the urge hit you every once in awhile to call someone

Cat­fish? No?