Saturday, 20 January 2018

Zion home!

Zion and I left this Humane Society this afternoon, both of us grinning from ear to ear.

Before we entered my home we went for a successful pee and poop walk.  Then he explored the house, checking in with me from time to time.

We went out for another walk and he met Maggie who was adopted by my church friends Jesse and Bill on Thursday. 

The two dogs were very chummy!   Good!

Friday, 19 January 2018

The long arm of coincidence?

In May 2016 I was glad to attend a party at the Field Club in Sarasota for my friend Meade's 80th birthday.  It was a lovely event.

As I parked I noted the number plate/tag of the car next to me.

The other car.

My old Hyundai


Today I was at my Doctor's Office on Rand Boulevard (off Clark Rd), here in SRQ.

When I had parked my car this is what I saw.

Two Kias.  Mine is the more modest one  on the left.

114, 116, 117.

If you should happen to see 115 AHR  please call me immediately!

Thursday, 18 January 2018

Mission accomplished

The procedure to insert a stent into my left Iliac artery (not the one on the right as I said yesterday) went well.

The blockage was  (in the words of the Surgeon) as "hard as a stone", so it took 90 instead of 60 minutes. The surgeon is a bit of a cold fish.  His support staff are warm and friendly.

I was sedated (not anesthetized) as I had to obey certain instructions during the surgery.

There were a few painful episodes  (but to be sneezed at on the scale of world pain). I "comforted"myself by saying "well at least you are not giving birth to quintuplets".

I had time to reflect on the fact that for these few hours I had no control over my body and my life.  My feet and lower legs were tied together  (don't want involuntary movements during the surgery you know) and my arms and hands secured in operating table side channels).

I had no control, and I had to trust others.

Post surgery I had to remain prone for two hours.  The Registered Nurse on duty was simply splendid. I liked her gracious professionalism.

(Me too?).  As I rested I listened as two female R.N.'s talked of the verbal sexual harassment they sometimes have to endure from male patients. Seems to me that we need a "Patients Code of Conduct".

How very disgraceful that professional trained women are treated with dirty comments and lascivious looks from nasty men.

Post surgery I've been instructed not to drive or drink alcohol for twenty four hours.  That's no hardship.   I am still quite sore from the incision, and somewhat nauseous (from the sedation medicine?).

I haven't been able to face food, but I did have a refreshing Italian Ice for dinner.

It's 6:00 p.m. and I am off to bed,  with gratitude...

.. for the staff at Sarasota Vascular Associates

.. for excellent health care insurance

.. for Barbara who drove me to the clinic

..for Rick who drove me home

..for you and your love and prayers.


I am supposed to adopt Zion on Friday.  If I am still sore I'll put it off until Saturday.

Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Out patient surgery on Thursday 18th Jan

At Sarasota Vascular Associates, 7:30 a.m. on what will be a cold and frosty morning. (31f forecast for Sarasota),cold by our Florida standards!

It will be to insert a stent into the Iliac artery which feeds blood to my legs.


The iliac artery is located just to the left side of the body of the fourth lumbar vertebra, where the abdominal aorta divides into two arteries. These again divide as they descend from the end of the aorta and each divides, between the last lumbar vertebra and the sacrum, into the external iliac artery, which supplies blood to much of the lower limbs.

This is not me!

My early bird neighbour Barbara will drive me to the clinic.

My good pal Rick will drive me home.

It's routine surgery, but I am more than a wee bit anxious.


In the meantime I got a call from the Humane Society to tell me that Zion is now free of heart worm and ready for adoption.

It didn't seem wise to welcome into my home until after my surgery, so I will pick him up on Friday at 11:00 when the Humane Society opens its doors, (and not a minute later!)

Hi Pittsfield MA friends

Why does this Clinic on Hillview Street, Sarasota take my mind back to Pittsfield, MA?

Those connected with St. Stephen's Parish in that City will know why!

Finding my place in the Universe

When I 'phoned a near neighbour and she had no idea who I was until I mentioned my cat's name!

Tuesday, 16 January 2018

So long, it's been good to know you/ Getting my fix.

So long  to my favourite trousers.  They have been with me to the U.K., Norway, Vietnam, Ecuador and Australia.  I  would describe them as "easy on/easy off".  Now there are holes which you cannot see, and cuffs/turn-ups  in terrible and unrepairable condition. It fell to my duty to put them in the trash today.

(Is holding on to old, beloved  and well worn clothes a male thing, or a human thing?)


Sans a dog I've been getting my fix by lurking in the neighbourhood to greet and be sweet with other canines.

I've struck out today with Seamus (Irish Terrier); Shorty (Cairn Terrier); Annie and Kate (Black Labs); Louis and Vittone (Standard Poodles), and Maggie (Schnauzer), and a gorgeous Greyhound whose name I do not know.

I am shameless about this!  

(My U.K. family members know that I was never a great dog lover, but the fabulous Penne, my friend for nine years  changed my mind.)

Oh how I mis her!

Monday, 15 January 2018

Random musings

It's Monday and a public holiday (The Revd. Dr. Martin Luther King Day).  But I keep thinking that it's Tuesday!


Spent some time ferrying an older couple to a Spine Doctor's Office. Oh, how many tests the husband must undergo before he can get treatment for his severe spinal compressed fracture.  His life is miserable.  There should/could be a better way.


Got my dog fix.  Took my friends two Westies out for a pee walk (they were grateful!)  Had a love fest with my neighbour's Cairn Terrier.

Roll on Saturday when (God willing and if the crick don't rise) Zion will come to live with me


Another neighbour is grieving the loss of her cat.  She may become a foster mother to my cat Adelaide who needs more TLC than I am able to give.

(Maybe a good idea since though I am very kind to  to Adelaide I don't really like her) SHAME ON ME?


1968 -  what a year.  I was confused by all these events since I (aged 24) was a bit of a conformist back then, but was beginning to push my boundaries


Sunday, 14 January 2018

15th January 2018, public holiday in the U.S.A.

The Revd. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day in the U.S.A.

Federal, State and Local Government offices will be closed,

Businesses will be open.

As you meditate on the ghastly history of  denied civil rights in the U.S.A. SING THIS SONG  OUT ALL DAY LONG wherever you are.

If you do not know it then learn it!


Note the Florida connection.  Florida was a Slave State and a Jim Crow State. (jmp)

Lift Every Voice and Sing 
Many people are surprised to learn that "Lift Every Voice and Sing" was first written as a poem. Created by James Weldon Johnson, it was performed for the first time by 500 school children in celebration of President Lincoln's Birthday on February 12, 1900 in Jacksonville, FL. The poem was set to music by Johnson's brother, John Rosamond Johnson, and soon adopted by the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) as its official song. Today “Lift Every Voice and Sing” is one of the most cherished songs of the African American Civil Rights Movement and is often referred to as the Black National Anthem. 

See this about the Author:

Read the lyrics of  "Lift Every Voice and Sing" below. 

Lift Every Voice and Sing
By James Weldon Johnson

Lift every voice and sing
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us,
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun
Let us march on till victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.
God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who has by Thy might Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,
May we forever stand.
True to our God,
True to our native land.