Charbonneau at Tanasbourne near Windemere by Salishan

 

So I sat down today and I thought to myself 'Self, you haven't read 'The Redstocking Manifesto' since you were 20.'  So I found a copy of that sapsucker online and I read it.  Know what?  I still agree with it.  Except for the part where everyone's problems have to be worked out as a community. Otherwise, we need that shit today and it needs to be shouted from the mountaintops.

.....from which vine I swing gracefully to the subject of Idaho.

Oh Idaho.

Today I was walking down to my favorite female owned and operated business, gonna git me some duck eggs, and at the crosswalk, as I politely waited at the corner, all four directions of traffic came to a halt, and I was waved on with many a big beardy smile and a-twiddling of 'g'head!' fingies on the wheel. And I do not have a problem with being allowed to cross at an intersection. Allah did not mean for people to do burnouts on me. No, I noticed because I was in a mood to notice shit like that, having just read 'The Redstocking Manifesto' again.

After all these years, are acts of male courtesy like that just a matter of 'Grown People Being Nice To Old People'?  Or is it 'The Same Old Shit Where We Pretend To Be Nice To Old Ladies So We Don't Get Arrested When What We Actually Want To Do Is To Burn Them All At The Stake Because They  Aren't Pretty Anymore Plus They Can Be Cranky'?

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Which brings me to what's really bugging me:  I have to get an operation in four days.  They're going in through my throat to get to my cervical vertebrae, and then they're going to pry them apart and Dremel out the spinal canal for a few inches, suck out all the crud, and then release me back into the wild. 

Why the rush? Yes, I have spinal stenosis, like I mentioned awhile back - it's just that none of us realized how severe it was. And it's gnarly in there.  Cue the surgeon with the DremelRRRRRRIIINGDEDINGDINGDINGDINGrrrrrrrr *sound of chunks hitting the walls*

In another year, they'll be doing the same thing to my lower back. 

My, how I'm looking forward to that. I mean of course I am; I can barely walk some days, but still...it's surgery. In a hospital. 

God how I wish I'd never seen Hellraiser II.

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Hell yeah, Rogers.

                                                             

No longer titty pink!

!!!HOORAY!!!!!

And some coleus that need to be potted up.

How guns are sold here. Just kind of stacked on grocery shelves, no clerk, little kids roaming around with boxes of ammo....

 

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