Misery on Misery

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
The sky may not be falling, but it sure is crying as tears stream and flood the Cornfield today. This only piles more misery on an already miserable day.
Such is life.
Sleeping is great. No issues or concerns once the Sandman sprinkles dust in my eyes.
That is a horse of a different color for sure.
That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.
And how is your Tuesday going?
Thanksgiving, 2008, Sullivan City Park shelter house. Grandma Powell, who is 100 now, is in forefront.

Misery, Where’s the Company?

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
So it goes that misery loves company. For the last week and especially over the weekend, I have been increasingly miserable.
Chooey is bouncing back with the dose of antibiotic twice each day mixed with his food.
But not me!
The rainy weather, though cooler, has been a major drain on me. There is no respite on the horizon.
For sure Mom, Bill, Dad and Susie have been great about checking in on me. They bring me treats, eats, sweets and do a few chores. 
I am blessed.
My neighbors a street over, Vikki, John and Henry, come to my aid any time I text or message.
I am blessed.
MY neighbors here on the backside of Stonebrook: Jeff, Troy and Carol, Amber and Chad, have been good to check on me and help out with Chooey from time to time.
I am blessed.
But seems there is no company to ease the misery which has gripped me like a snapping turtle waiting for a clap of thunder.
That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den as another week begins.
And how is your Monday going?
Euchre time! Bill, Nephew Jaron, Mom (Grandma) and Nephew Chance

Sunday Golden Text: Time

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
– Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Just When I Thought…

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
Part of what makes life so lively and worth living is that you never know what is around the next bend or the next mile down the road. So it is this wet Friday morning in October.
Last night I learned my most recent ex was arrested on a charge of theft, after it was revealed in the local paper.
This morning for the world to see on Facebook was an invitation for everyone to come and celebrate my ex’s marriage. no location was listed, but we are all invited to the wedding.
I wish them both the best.
The weather continues to impact my ability to wage the good fight with my own body.
But- keep fighting.
Chooey continues to mend.
That’s the way it is this end of the week in Mark’s Den.
And how is your Friday going?
What a trio! Great-granddaughter Dylan, Great-Grandma Hollifield, Granddaughter Jackalee at Dave and Anna’s in Indianapolis, 2009

Rain Begone!

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
Yes, I know area farmers need the rain in the final days as harvest is nearing.
For people with respiratory issues like me, however, the rain cause big stress, pain and impacts our ability to breathe and function.
Such is life.
Chooey is doing much better today. He still hates it when I have to give him his antibiotic or spray his infected ear, but he is recovering very well. Like a broken record, skipping and sputtering,
my day began with difficulty. At this hour, not much has improved.
Such is life.
That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.
And how is your Thursday going?
Christmas 2003 Dad (Grandpa Ivy) and Kevin at Phil and Brenda’s house.

I’m Baaaaaack!!!!

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
Cable service was disrupted by auto accidents before I crawled out of bed at 6 a.m. this morning. This meant no television and no internet access all day long!
The service was finally restored 12 hours later, coming on at a minute or two before 6 p.m.
Fortunately, I had music to listen to and games I could play on the computer. Had I not had an outlet, I would have gone more insane than I am already.
My little buddy, Chooey, had to go to the doctor today. Mamaw Susie took him for the ride to South Heritage Veterinary Hospital.
Chooey received his annual vaccination, nails clipped and was examined. An ear infection has set in. I now have to dose him twice each day with an antibiotic and spray his ear twice a day.
Neither is easy to do. Chooey has gained two and a half pounds since last year. He has gone from nine pounds to eleven and half pounds.
That’s the way it has been this rainy Wednesday.
And how has your midweek been?
Two-year Chooey, my baby

Hold Your Head Up

The refrain from the classic song by Argent has added meaning, not just for me, but Americans everywhere today.
For me on a personal levels hearing, Hold your head up,” pushes me to keep up the fight.
For the millions of us Americans, following senseless mass shooting in Las Vegas, Nevada, the words us the strength to not be cowed by a madman.
We will weep.
We will mourn.
We will struggle with survivor’s guilt. We will not quit living.
We will not back down.
We are Americans!
That’s the way it is this October 3, 2017.
And how is your Tuesday going?

The Sixth Month

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
Perhaps it is indicative that I am having trouble keeping my eyes open this morning when considering this is the sixth month. 
Back on May 9, 2017, my pulmonologist, Dr. Ajay Deshpande, gave me the word. If the chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) progressed as expected, I would die within six months.
Today, I am stronger than I was then.
My spirit burns brighter than it was then.
But, this is the sixth month.
My love, prayers and thoughts go out to the victims and their families impacted by the tragic mass shooting in Las Vegas, Nevada.
For the victims: 

Sunday Golden Text – Fear Not

That’s the way it is as I wait on home aide Bambi.
And how is your Monday going?
From my Desert summer 2015 in Laughlin, Nevada

Sunday Golden Text – Fear Not

Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
Behold, all they that were incensed against thee shall be ashamed and confounded: they shall be as nothing; and they that strive with thee shall perish.
Thou shalt seek them, and shalt not find them, even them that contended with thee: they that war against thee shall be as nothing, and as a thing of nought.
For I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee.
– Isaiah 43:10-13

Saturday Feeling

This song bests sums up my feeling on this beautiful, mild Saturday afternoon: