Some say my that my life has been a tragic sad tale. Only from their view point. Having lived through my life I can say it has been a damn good ride. I fear not dying for to die is final. To be waiting for that one final jolt of pain is extremely difficult to deal with.
I often wonder if some of the things I do are strange or eccentric.
For instance I will play music of any genre while writing two books and playing Mahjong at the same time.
I cannot say what genre is my favorite. Depending on how my day goes, the weather, my mood and other daily interactions cultivates my moods.
Explore my playlists and you will see what I mean. Song one could be The Beatles, two may be Jedi Mind Tricks, followed by JellyRoll or Struggles Jennings. They may be followed by trench town rock, or true reggae and the next song could very well be Mozart. Don’t be surprised if the next are Gregorian Chants or Brian Eno’s Taking Tiger Mountain.
I appreciate and love all music and songs that tell a story or relay positive messages. I appreciate talent and lyrics that teach deep positive words. In days long before, mankind depended upon traveling minstrels to pass on the news from town to town.
Music has no race. Music has emotions. Happy, sad, dancing or making love – music enhances our emotions.
Just wanted to let you see what goes through this old Urban Viking’s mind.
Sooooo, I am still here. Defying all the odds. Slow dancing with the Grim Reaper in a burning room. (Thank you Leonard Cohen)
But, enough of that talk. Have you noticed the Number One side effect of Covid 19 virus? Even the scientists have missed it.
It is “Stupidity“. Remember I tell you this. In my 62 years and 7 months walking on this Big Blue Marble I have never seen so many stupid souls.
They have redefined “Sheeple”. Theyarenow “Sheeple 3.0″. They are oblivious to common sense. The teenagers believe that they are indestructable. The wealthy think that their bank account is a vaccine. At least the stupid ones have their lack of knowledge as an excuse.
Rant over. I am hanging in still. I have a CT Scan next Friday. Cancer clinic on June 11th. An MRI the 29th of August. I suspect that all these appointments will change shortly after the CT Scan. Things are not going well inside me. Not well at all.
I have been procrastanating about my heart for 7 months now. Judging by my swelling I would chance to guess that I have what my generation calls, *Dropsy.”
Never had dropsy before. I fight each day to stay alive. Alive for my family, my loved ones and, of course, my beautiful fur daughters, Pringles and Ruffles.
My main reason for staying alive is that I LOVE living. I love my family too dearly to hurt them by dying.
We will have to see what happens after the tests. I will fight whatever comes my way like the true Urban Viking I am.