Thursday, January 29, 2009


"...the first whit of alpha, the first
jot of bearing, beneath the riling
sun the first nourishing of self."

From "Address: the Archaeans, One Cell Creatures" by Pattiann Rogers


Scant time to find and catch pixels to share.
Scant time to post.
Scant time for a respite -- husband is going in for some medical tests today.
Scant time afterwards -- work and schoolwork piling up, plus a business trip next week.

S'can't go on at this pace, but it do, don't it?


Anonymous said...

scant time, but well used. Both poems are lovely. good luck with all the rest.

Anonymous said...


Best of luck with your husband's test and with figuring out how to expand the time...

mansuetude said...

it will all be wonderful (in the end) ... scant help the facts, maam! :)

Rebecca Clayton said...

Yes, it do go on. I'm so glad you do too! Good luck.

MB said...

Ample good luck with the tests. And if you ever figure out how to amplify time, let me know.

Dale said...

Christ. xoxoxo

Lori Witzel said...

Thanks so much for stopping by -- leaning on your virtual shoulders is a precious gift.

Hubbie was diagnosed two weeks ago with a partially blocked femoral artery -- he'd been complaining of leg pain after walking short distances, and he found a doctor he liked enough to tell. And that doc sent him to a cardiologist, since my hubbie is a very sedentary smoker. The cardiologist did tests that found the blockage.

Today's tests were to see if there were other important things that may have blockages, and mercifully there were no other issues.

He's got one more test to go, but it will be much less an ordeal -- and so I will head out for biz this weekend and be on the road almost all next week.

He'll likely need surgery, but I am HUGELY relieved it was not something more than his leg, and that there's no immediate medical emergency.

When I told a friend the tales of my after-New-Year's-suddenly-dramatic-life, she asked what I did on New Year's Day. (It's a fine Southern superstition that what you do New Year's Day influences the year ahead.)

I told her we had a quiet day at home for the most part, although I did go out with a camera to snag some pix. I fixed some sauteed cabbage, and black-eyed peas, and pork, and cornbread -- all the lucky Southern New Year foods -- and we were stuffed and happy.

She then said, "Well, thank goodness! Just think how much worse all of this would have been if you hadn't done all those good things on New Year's! You might have been knocked unconscious by that trash bin, and your dad wouldn't have gotten your mom back to the ER fast enough..."

I laughed until I cried -- and I thank heaven for the love and support I'm blessed with.

Sending each of you wishes for the same support (or more), in good times and dire, that I've been lucky enough to find.

jarvenpa said...

I'm so glad it wasn't anything more that the tests found. Sending you and your husband good energy for an increasingly good year. (drat, I didn't eat black eyed peas on New Year's day...indeed I can't recall just what I did that day; it's been an intense time period in my life)

Willie Baronet said...

Lori, sending you blessings for you and your hubbie on this journey. Remember to take an occasional deep breath.

And lovely use of s'can't!!

Laura Frankstone said...

Gosh, I'm glad, too, Murray's health problems aren't more serious---how very scary for you both! Can anything convince him to quit smoking? And start taking walks with you? I'll keep my fingers crossed for more exuberance and good health for you and for him.

Nadinha said...

The bad times of life show our character. This is not a native superstition. :)
Best wishes

lowenkopf said...

The bad news would have been no word from you; the good news is that you use your vision of humor in more ways than behind the camera or the computer keyboard when doing papers. I have a theory that our Cro-Magnon forebears had discovered the secret of sauteing cabbage, black-eyed peas, and pork in the Altamira caves. Of coure they'd already discovered the corn bread well before that. You are a constant reminder of the things we need to be in touch with in order to continue the journey of survival.

Lori Witzel said...

Well, I've finished booth set-up on the exhibit floor, and have got most of the pre-show bits ready to go for Monday.

I've finished the last of many !@#$%^! Excel docs for an exec meeting this week, in which I summarize last quarter's efforts and outcomes, and this quarter's progress to date, folding these summaries into a Powerpoint presentation that confirms my ongoing respect for Edward Tufte's dyspeptic view of that application.

I am at last taking a brief break, reading the Sunday LA Times (alas, nothing stouter at hand here in a small CA desert resort town) and listening to the Super Bowl.

In a few, I will start back into my take on women and the midrash tradition -- 16 pages due in about two weeks.

That said...

jarvenpa: I ate enough black-eyed peas for the two of us -- no worries! Sending you hopeful wishes that your intense time feels more like an exciting ski run than an avalanche...

Rramone: Just reading your comment helped me relax. Thanks, bro.

Laureline: I've known people who had been addicted to heroin, or alcohol, or speed, and who had quit those drugs -- and who all claimed nicotine was hardest of all to quit. So it's possible The Mur will quit, but not likely. Speaking as a very hard-headed person, I know that nothing outside of oneself can persuade a hard-headed person to change long habit...that said, if he can get two out of three (diet, exercise, smoking) in a healthier place, he'll outlive me because he worries about nuthin'.

Nadia: I thought I was enough of a character by now not to have to show more, but clearly the universe disagrees!

Shelly: Thanks for that -- those words help. :-) I wish I had been able to pack my camera among the tons of Other Stuff I needed to lug -- for one, there was a stunningly lovely worn and oxidized manhole cover (faded red paint, lettering patina'd from tires abrading) I would have liked to share.

I think this period of time, if nothing else, helps me better understand why William Blake said, "Energy is eternal delight."

mansuetude said...

i scant hardly help myself
i tagged you, and you can not play, as you wish, but i did it anyway...know you are busy. Hope things go well with your husband, a friend had an operation on an artery into his legs, and he is actually much improved in all, blood flow, i guess.


Rethabile said...

Yes, Lori. It do. More than much.

R.L. Bourges said...

Something for you on graulhet, bonjour

Anonymous said...

Hang in there Lori. It's always a relief to get answers.Then you can move on to the outcomes. Hope remaining tests go well.