I’m sorry I missed posting yesterday. If I had been here, I would have told you that the Kickstarter “surveys” are going out this weekend, which will be your opportunity to tell me where to send your reward and to list particulars in your case. It only goes out once! That’s Kickstarter doing, not mine. So, take care filling it out, and in the case of book inscriptions, etc., be sure and tell me exactly what you’d like. Here we go!

A Matter of Perspective
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114 responses to “A Matter of Perspective”
Exciting! Thanks again for the opportunity to contribute, Jimmy!
Trucker you are so sweet! You know us too well.
It actually rained a few drops here, more than a few north of me where flash flooding warnings are up. I think I will read awhile or go back to sleep.
Jimmy, just got my survey and completed but it only wanted my address and asked for how I wanted art signed, did not give me option of choosing anything beyond the original cartoon I had at first pledged for.
I will write you directly or you can pick a combination of rewards as long as it includes the original cartoon and book. I don’t need any tee shirts, however!
Mark, as I’m sure you know they do a ton of diagnostic cardiac catheterizations, and the risk of a major complication is described as “generally well below 1 percent”. Not that I expect that will make you look forward to yours any more, but the odds are definitely on your side. And knowing what is going on, so any necessary treatment may be performed, would seem to be worth the rather small risk involved.
Speaking of t-shirts…as part of moving my mom’s stuff out of her apartment, I rented her a storage building for the heirloom items. I had rented a storage building for myself, back after Katrina ate my house, as a catch-all for the stuff I didn’t really need at the moment but didn’t want to discard. Over the years I had winnowed down the contents, so I decided to take what little was left and place it in a corner of my mom’s new building.
I went through a sealed plastic container and found about a dozen and a half high-quality t-shirts from 10+ years ago, some plain and some printed. They were clean and neatly folded (some apparently never worn), and they will be great for exercise wear. Even better is that they all fit. (Five years ago, probably not so much.) Particularly neat was one from the 1992 Sun ‘n Fun fly-in and airshow in Lakeland FL, given to me by a friend who is now deceased.
Ghost that is a great memory from a happy time and getting rid of a storage unit that reminded you of one as horrible as Katrina was good move. You have not said or I missed the comment, did you rebuild?
Just promptly heard from Santa via JJ. Can’t wait to be surprised.
Nope; insurance paid me the max coverage limit on my paid-for house, which was equal to or perhaps a bit greater than its pre-storm market value, and I sold the lot and walked off, never looking back. Many homeowners got screwed (personal opinion) by their insurance carriers, but I did not.
As I may have mentioned, the storm dropped a 100+ year-old oak tree across my house and basically cut it in two, so there was no question of wind vs. water damage or anything like that, which caused problems for many.
I have a friend who rebuilt on his lot and frequently posts photos of the view from his front porch across the sound.
I think about that often.
R.A., I had not previously heard that “eye roll” expression, and ironically I just ran across “causing eye rolls so hard I can see inside my skull” in an article I was reading on-line.
Switched books to All Over But the Shoutin’ and it is beautifully written with words that capture the south. It is the Rick Bragg I expected to hear, having only read his columns and excerpts.
Proof you should try another book if one some what disappoints you. Sometimes the author just uses too many words and weighs the story down.
Sometimes the author was at a different point in his journey as a writer?
Ghostly Observation: Not all Olympic athletes look like athletes. For instance, many of the male members of the archery teams look just like the bubbas you’d meet in the woods on opening day of primitive weapons deer season. (Although their bows look like something out of a sci-fi movie.)
Jackie, I just read a sample of All Over but the Shoutin’, and I was impressed. I replaced my long-lost library card about a week or so before my sister had the surgery that ultimately killed her, and I have yet to use it. This may be the reason I’ve been needing to do so.
Is that where everyone is? Watching TV? I just have never cared for the Olympics, despite going to college with a passel of them. I know they devote their lives to perfecting a sport but it is not a passion I understand.
Since I have no athletic ability whatsoever and never have the dedication baffles me. Among my friends are a number of Olympic sailors and in most cases you would never suspect.
I cannot stop reading it, will read it straight through without stopping. Read until 2 a.n. and began again when I woke up. This is amazing writing and emotion.
Read it.
Ghost, thanks for the encouragement. I know quite a bit about possible complications, since I read Medicare patient inpatient charts 5 days a week as part of earning a living. But, hey, I’ve enjoyed much of my life, no matter what happened with the rest of it. I’m not worried so much about the procedure as concerned about what they may yet find. I hate needles too, and this process is one long collection of being stuck by various pointy objects. Oh, joy!
I used to watch some sports I was interested in seeing on the Olympics. But things have gotten so political and the management and site selection process is so corrupt and a huge waste of public money, I can’t feel anything for it.
Still here. A few random antedotes:
Going to be a busy week. Will be making a surprise visit to see a couple of college friends (one is in on it) on Monday. Can’t wait. Get to cover my old store two days next week so my old assistant can testify under oath her ex-SIL is, to borrow a phrase, “bat guano crazy” and does not deserve custody of her children. Cross your fingers the judge is swayed by her testimony – those boys deserve better.
Finally got the car in to get the tire repaired. Right rear picked up a nail. π Because I am a regular Discount Tire customer, and always buy the warranty, I had it fixed fir free, even though the tire in question wasn’t purchased there. I feel for the bay guys. The lobby takes customers right up until closing time. Which means everyone who stays to wait will be serviced before they can leave. There was STILL a two hour wait when I left just before closing.
Ran to the bank to buy some change for Sunday, ones specifically. The bank was SOLD OUT of ones! My teller had $10 in ones. I wanted at least sixty. On a hunch, I called my old store and asked my old assistant if SHE had any ones. She did. I bought her coin change (their bank is closed Saturdays), so it all worked out.
Grndma turns ninety on the 30th of this month. Working on a surpise open house for her and a birthday card drive for her. If nothing else, my job has taught me how to plan and excute tasks by proxy. π
*grandma. And I was doing so well….
Mark, in a way I was lucky when I had my SCA… I remember nothing from the point when I went into fibrillation until 2 days later. So, exploratory heart catheterization and inserting catheters into really sensitive places happened to someone else as far as my emotions are concerned.
Mark, from what I’ve been told, they use the really good drugs for heart caths. Probably the same stuff that gets one through a colonoscopy without remembering it. π
Lady Mindy, it goes without saying I’d always be on the side of anyone going up against a bat guano crazy person.
OMG; I just had a mental image of a certain candidate saying, “I love the bat guano crazy.”
Your bank ran out of one dollar bills on the weekend? Lots of strip clubs in the neighborhood, perhaps? Got to have something to stuff in the gals undies, you know. Currency, I mean.
I cannot stop reading this book. Reminds me of how I used to love reading when I did read constantly. I have not felt that way about a writer in years.
I thought it took more than $1 bills nowadays? Have never seen female or male strippers unless you count the Chippendales at a charity benefit and they didn’t take any of the little they had on off.
Has inflation not struck?
Y’know, this is the only place I have ever come across the expression “bat guano crazy”. From where/what does this expression come? I figure some of you are more reliable a source than the ‘net.
Mindy: I’m sure I’m not the only one in the Village who would be happy to add to the birthday card pile. You could share the address by private message on Facebook and it could be passed along to others who are part of this group but not FB friends. Just a thought π