Medication & Pure Aggravation

Putrification? Poor oxidation? Puritan nations? Pureéd vegetation? Purple abrasion? Purev’s vacation? Pa’s palpitations? Puerile…

GAAAH! Dad blast it, you startled me. I mean, hi and all, but jeez.

I know, I know. It was downright creepy of me to leave that gloomy post hanging there for days like a well-whacked piñata (shame on those of you who just finished that sentence with “of Donald Rumsfeld’s head.” Don’t you like children? They’d get no candy, you know. Only sawdust.). Things haven’t improved, but I can tell by the cobwebs and the one lonely cricket in the comments section that you’re getting this news elsewhere, and better. I’ll try to lay off.

In my feeble defense, I have been pretty under the weather for the past several days, only feeling 100% today. Also, about two-thirds of the days are dark now, and it’s been a bit tough to crank the starter in the morning.

But I had to today. ‘Twas busy, starting with a call from my mama and just ending with an interview requested by a Buddhist periodical called Ариусахуй Бясалгахуй. Oh, sorry, I mean Meditation & Purification. They wanted to know why, after all this time, I’d accomplished neither. No, actually it was a general interview, with some specific questions about why I was lounging around in Eastern Gobi caves. I waxed pathetic.

The only news is that last week my Oklahoma buddy Tsenguun and his family were in Mongolia to iron out visa issues so he could return to the U.S. for further treatment. I had lunch with him and his mother (that is to say, his mother stuffed me like a Christmas goose) and I'm pleased to report he looked and seemed great. Chemo’s history so his hair once again mocks mine, right down to the first bit o’ chin fuzz. He’s getting cutting-edge treatment now, and I found out he’d had a private meeting/blessing with the Dalai Lama himself in Denver. I’m starting to stop worrying about that kid.

Big news coming, but not just yet…

Comments

[cyndie]

I've been enjoying your blog. We all have our good and bad days. Sharing both makes us human, and caring people. Thanks for reminding us there is more in this world than just America. Take Care

[Ryan]

Phew! I was starting to worry about you, dude!

[minnie]

hey, sunshine!

have you ever thought you might have SAD (seasonal affective disorder?). try getting some daylight bulbs. they help. they're better than the usual yellow light we normally get in the deep darks of winter.

and you're allowed to be upset, if you wish. go read my blog. it's not all lightness and sunshine, and pretty knits. (had to get the knitting in, lol)

[Julie]

Hi! I've been reading your blog for a couple of months, after following a link here from your Cuzzin Ryan's blog (I knit - frequently for Dulaan - thanks to you two I am obsessed with warming Mongolia!), and just wanted to let you know how much I enjoy it! Sorry, that was a severe run-on sentence. Glad you and Tsenguun are both feeling well!

[Don]

Was that Soy Milk you put into my coffee yesterday?

[Konchog]

Brother Don, I don't recall you making any untoward advances, but perhaps you're suffering from the "testicular atrophy" cited in the piece? I feel for you, man, in a totally celibate monk kind of way.

As for the rest of you, thanx for your well wishes but relax! I just had a cold. And I'm not depressed in the morning. I'm just used to a different rhythm of the sun. Believe me, when he feels it's time for breakfast, The Mooj rouses me.

[Don]

I am not aware that I am suffering from undue "testicular atrophy" not associated with the normal aging process. The reason I asked about the "whitener" in my coffee was that right after leaving your place I had this sudden urge to start knitting rainbow toe socks. I have never had these kinds of feelings before.

[Sarah]

I KNEW tofu was devil food. I KNEW it! It's not just that it tastes like a kitchen sponge--it girlifies ya! But wait, if I actually choked it down, would I look more like, say, Anna Nicole Smith than I do now?

[Konchog]

Mmm, Sarah, I think ANS might be the product of soy, silicon and very cleverly wielded lasers. I mean, go ahead and try, but if you start to act like her, I might slowly back away from the Tofutti.