“Life is not the way it's supposed to be. It's the way it is. The way you cope with it is what makes the difference."
John We are all sitting by our computers waiting to hear from you. Hopefully your day was OK and you might have a small chuckle for us all.
We're all laughing with you John. I bet we've all done the same thing. I'm the caregiver and I can't keep it all straight.
You remind me of my Wil, you both always see the upside in everything and a witty responce to follow in any situation. People always say to me that that is a good thing! Wils been sick most of his life so it's 2nd nature to him. I guess when your faced with such a terrible disease you tend to look at life a little differently and try not to take to much for granted! Always keep the posotive! Goodluck, hope you get listed! Wil returns next month to find out where he's at and if the lesions have grown or multiplied!
Thought's and prayers to All!
Huggs ans Smooches!
John, thanks for the reply. Reminds me of when I had a psychotic reaction to Prednisone (was hallucinating big-time) and when I went to the ER I was put on Thorazine for a week. Well, it was like coming down from a bad acid trip (though I never had a bad one) and I've never slept better than when I was on Thorazine!
My memories of the 60s are similar, but on the East Coast in Greenwich Village, and later on the Upper West Side (Needle Park) and in the Columbia Univ. area.
I just saw I'm Not There, the movie about Dylan. Very strange, and so is he.
I hope you made it to the celebration today.
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Carol, so glad that Terry is having some good days! Make the most of them!
John, sorry you didn't make it to the farm, but hopefully you still enjoyed what you were able to do. I enjoy your memories. It was so surreal to go back to the Village in April, after decades away. Folk music reigned in the late 50s to mid-60s down there. The coffee shops had originally just had poetry readings, but expanded to include folk singers/musicians and ultimately phased out the poetry. I could pick up $5-7 a night reading my poetry on the weekends and in the summer at The Gaslight, Cafe Wha?, and Cock 'N Bull (renamed The Bitter End.)
In another thread (Valerian root?), I mentioned that there are 3 new Dylan books out, one by his Village Days g.f. Suze Rotolo, and one that includes 176 of his paintings. I didn't like Dylan as a person and didn't like his voice--but I certainly came to appreciate him as a song writer extraordinaire.
John, good luck with the testing today! If you're not too wiped out tonight, let us know how you did. I have lab work, EKG, and chest x-ray tomorrow as pre-testing for surgery on Thurs. I called and asked about pre-registration, as someone usually calls to make sure all the info they have is correct. I was told to be there an hour early on Thurs.--6:30 AM instead of 7:30! Yikes! I take the van for the handicapped that the city runs (because I don't drive and have artificial hips), and they always allow a lot of time to get anywhere. So they will be here between 5:15 and 5:45...meaning I need to get up at 4 at the latest, or 3 AM if I take a shower. I think I will shower tomorrow night instead. I'm such a night owl, there are times I don't get to sleep until 4:30 or later, particularly if I'm on the phone with my best friend in NYC, who also happens to be a night owl...worse than me. I've been trying to get to sleep earlier each night, but the earliest I've made it was 1:30 AM.
You know, John, just like the "summer of love," we never imagined the poetry/folksong era in the Village changing, either. You used the correct term--beatnik! Most people say, "Oh, you were a hippie!" And I have to correct them. I have some music recorded live at The Bitter End. Brings back a lot of memories.
Connie - You are correct. I was right in between the beatnik and Hippie erra. So I'm not really sure what I was but I know I loved the music. It was so much better then the music of today. It probably has to do with my age. I can not stand the stuff now. I know our parents felt the same way. Jerry has had a horrible 4 days. We spend all day today at two Dr's It turned out he has shingles. The poor guy is in so much pain and refuses to take any pain meds. If it was me I would be dumping them down my throat. It started on the back of his head and has now covered his entire head neck, and one ear. Moving on to his chest as we speak. The horrible blisters and they are popping and liquid runs down his neck. Have you ever in your life heard of this. I don't know how he stands it. I can't even touch his head and he yells. The swelling in his feet is getting really bad. If he keeps them elevated it helps. We leave in the morning to Vanderbilt. I'm hoping the Drs there can convince him to take pain meds. They probably won't because it can be hard on his liver. How hard is the pain on his body. I would think it will cause his blood pressure to rise. I think I will take it. Hope you are all good. John and Connie keep those good stories. I love to read them. OH LORD WON'T YOU BUY ME A MARCEDES BENTZ. Have a good day.