Dozer, the bulldog

Dozer, the bulldog
Dozer: Spring training is upon us!

Rockin' and rollin'

Rockin' and rollin'
The author of Mark's Work

Coleus flowers

Coleus flowers
Why I grow flowers

HappyDay Farms bees are happy bees.

HappyDay Farms bees are happy bees.
Air-borne bees

HeadSodBuster and BossLady at the coast

HeadSodBuster and BossLady at the coast
Love is the greatest power.

Beauty abounds!

Beauty abounds!
Heinz tomatoes, used for catsup

If you've seen one butterfly, you've seen 'em all, said no one ever.

If you've seen one butterfly,  you've seen 'em all, said no one ever.
Painted Lady

Fall Jewels

Fall Jewels
Praying mantis, attending services on a zinnia...

My souvenir from Reggae on the River, 2017

My souvenir from Reggae on the River, 2017
Something I have always wanted...

Mahlon Masling Blue

Mahlon Masling Blue
My friend and brother.

Mark's E-mail address

bellspringsmark@gmail.com

Friday, February 10, 2017

My Tattoo

My Tattoo 

Retirement would be so much more enjoyable, if only I could get used to not having a boss, not having a time-clock and not having any commute, said no one ever. The last time I ventured off the mountain was for the Women’s March in Sacramento, January 21st.

I once went six weeks without leaving Bell Springs Road and was none the worse for it. That was back in the dark ages, before there was an internet, and I didn’t even miss it. No matter which direction, one must travel at least a half-hour to get to a place where you can buy a quart of half-and-half.

And if you drive up the Bell to Garberville, it is a ninety-minute commute.

When I see the meme that goes, “By the time I finally got my shit together, my body fell apart,” I know I am fortunate. Yes, I blew out the anterior cruciate ligament in my left knee, playing a pick-up basketball game with my elective Spanish class, Friday, December 13th, 1991.

And yes, my reconstructed right shoulder still gives me a ration of grief, upon occasion, but at least it has stopped that pesky habit of popping out of the labrum. I have to tell you, nothing compares to the discomfort of a shoulder “popping out,” not the blown knee, the diverticulitis, the kidney stones, the inch-and-a-quarter sliver in my thigh, which I removed by slicing the length of it with a utility knife blade, and not the concussion that I suffered while home on leave from Korea, in 1973.

The medic in Long Beach Naval Station thought I was faking it, in an effort to avoid having to return overseas.

That surgery for skin cancer, with the seventy-five stitches, was a root beer float, in comparison. Not only that, but the scar that the surgery left, is as cool as any tat I have ever seen. Not having any conventional tattoos, I flaunt this one, and why not? I got it the hard way.

I have my annual physical scheduled at the VA in a few weeks, it having been slightly more than a year since the last time I visited the facility. That is a good thing when one is 64 and no one knows it better than I. The first thing that nice Dr. Mulligan, who also just happens to be the director of the Ukiah VA, will notice and comment on, is that I have not had my flu shot.

I will politely remind her that chemical sh*t-storms are not welcome on my premises. I am not a flu kind of person. I don’t get the flu and I do not believe I have had a case since I lived on Fellowship Street, down in SoCal, growing up.

My last cold was four winters removed from this one, despite the fact that I have only one mode of footwear: sandals. I traipse about the landscape in all weather, as my photographs clearly depict, with Dozer enthusiastically accompanying me. 

Gluten-Free Mama and I walk, when the weather is more temperate, and she can go out comfortably. And, of course, I move firewood around every day of my life. So I am a lucky guy to be so mobile at my advanced age.

I mentioned recently that at my last physical, Dr. M informed me that I was the only patient she had, of any age, that was not required to take some sort of prescription medication. Of course, we are talking vets, who might be said to have a broader range of experiences than the average guy.
I got my "tat" at the VA in San Francisco, via cancer.

And that could change this upcoming visit. Who knows?

The bottom line is that I live on a 40-acre farm, I live off of the farm and I walk almost everywhere I go, unless I am hauling bales of straw, or bags of rice hulls. Then I may take a truck but I still have to load and unload them. I am an active guy.

I had a couple of shots of Jameson at the Super-Bowl gathering that we had, but it was only the second time in recent memory that I have indulged. I don’t even drink wine anymore, now that Gluten-Free Mama has stopped bringing home the occasional zin or merlot.

Where would I be without cannabis? 

That’s the first question. The second? Is there a connection between consumption of vast quantities of this miracle plant, and my exemplary health?

Am I scrambling to “knock on wood?” Do I not fear that this next appointment will reveal bad news? 

I’ll be honest; I don’t. If I should, then take me out and shoot me and get it over with. I don’t fear death. I might not be quite as thrilled with the process, but you can’t have everything.

“You’re only as old as you feel.”


Que no?

2 comments:

  1. I think it's in the genes - good hearty peasant genes . I also think growing up in that small and NOT neat and tidy home on Fellowship granted us tons of immunity as kids. That childhood immunity hangs on for a long time. I don't get flu shots and I seldom get colds. I like moving (biking, walking, hiking) and I eat a pretty balanced , non processed diet. I am not required to take any prescription drugs either but I am A LOT younger than you are so that might explain that. I have scars too! BIG ones on both knees and over that piece of metal that stands in for a collar bone! Love them!

    I like your new pictures about. Is that email at hotmail a new email (or an old one that I never saw?) xo

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    1. Antiquated email. But there are a thousand letters on that ancient account that I am not ready to relinquish. Thanks for stopping by. You are right about growing up and getting immunity. lol xoxo

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