re: coffee


Stimulants don’t make any one smarter,
they merely accelerate the stupid.
ⓒRVRGeek 2014  used with permission
RVRGeek ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014

RVRGeek ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014




Yesterday, Saturday,  Oct. 26

  Roy felt woozy, started to lean, flung his arm out to catch a rafter, but lost consciousness so that his weight continued in the arc and all 6ft 4in. of him landed  face first (to the side on his cheekbone) on the edge of the cat food feeding can.  We were all afternoon-early night at the hospital getting sewed up and doing all sorts of tests.  Follow up testing is being scheduled and no driving and other cautions for … a while.  Classes of course continue.  We had a good ER doctor who took every symptom seriously.  There are some fairly benign possible causes and some quite serious possible causes that could all or individually have been the reason(s) for this incident and related disturbing symptoms …  which are to be investigated further.
I requested a plastic surgeon, who came right away even though not on call, to sew Roy up so the scarring should be minimal.  The ER (emergency room) doctor called the surgeon, personally, and he just happened to be not too far away.
I’m wondering:  If Roy had been turned in a different direction and landed in the cat’s litter box if it would have been a softer landing?
When we finally got home from the hospital, after eight hours, there  was barely enough time for me to go collect his North East Florida Fair entries which were supposed to be picked up during  the  three (or four?) hour time interval before midnight. The gates were being locked when I got there, even though I drove (fifth amendment invoked here) fast.  He won three Blue Ribbons (first place) and two Red (second place) .
Most of his woodworking tools, including those pictured, he makes himself.  Then the dimensions
and handles and types  of blades and chisels and gouges fit his own proportions and the needs of
the particular piece he is work on.
Roy says he wishes he had a better story to explain his stitches than “I fainted and fell in the cat food”.  To me, that is the best of the possible stories for this.

North East Florida Fair

Dear Son IV won three First Places (Blue Ribbon’s)  at the North East Florida Fair, this week.

One year he won Best Of Show, the biggest prize over all categories, plus the best of his

category.  A giant purple rosette with ribbon streamers was awarded when he was only nine.

Roy had  hammered a copper pipe into a copper sword  mounted it on a handle of his own

design and we entered it.

The water color parrot on the wall behind Roy won a First seven years ago.  I had trouble getting

him to stop long enough to snap the photo.  But his box didn’t move around at the fair.  I slipped

the hair ornament that he made for me in September into his collection of things to enter, so it

got entered, as well.  Blue Ribbon, of course.  He also had two Seconds, Red.  The third Blue, this year,

was a beautiful relief Pileated Woodpecker wood sculpture.  I was unable to get a good picture of it.

Art for my hair

Roy, Dear Son IV designed and whittled a hair clasp for my birthday, September 15.

Roy and Poor Pitiful Patrick

Poor Patrick

     Dear Son IV  gave his poor pitiful  Patrick a bath.

     Roy has been trying patiently to teach me how to use my computer.

I wrote down most of the steps on how the picture came to be here

but not all.   Sigh.  I don’t know which ones are missing. I don’t know

what I am doing, and I am as uncomfortableas this wet cat doing whatever

it is I am doing.

     I feel like I am swimming in a lake on a moonless night (which I used to

enjoy), but also as if I were trying to read a book while swimming in a lake

on a moonless night.