Howdy Family,
Loads has taken place since the last time I wrote. In fact as more and more days have now slipped into weeks, several weeks and now, is it really months since I wrote a post?
The view of unchanging white hanging on bare branched and covered the ground and only scarcly revieled the dirt roads of my neck of the woods to wider rows with piled banks that hold back the full fury of winters curse. That frosting cover of snowy waste lands linger for the few that skate, slide, ski and play with red cheeks and running nose til only a checker board fashion of snow and mud remains. Soon the mud is all I see with the tall clackity clack of the trees that blow in the unforgiving rip that scatter litter in my yard with dead brances and limbs while the hibernating trees are faintly reminded of and want the sap of spring that give life.
Wow!!! Fast forward, the snow is faded to place where the treasues of the single flakes are kept in cold storage and disappeared is the mud as well, it has stepped up to it's responsibility of dryness that's messured out to be just right to give the transformation needed for brown to green. We all know what I mean, but, wow, All of this I've seen from my chair looking out my porthole to the world that I see and enjoy. My dirt road cuts through the hills, kind of like the one that comes to mind when singing the words, "over the mountains and throughs the woods to Grandmothers house we go. But, funny now, I live in the house that my six grand boys could sing those same words and have memories of there own. One of life's biggest treasures and one that holds such a great value is when I, Papa, can see that I will be remembered and maybe even talked about years from now as the Papa that rode motorcycles as much as he could.
Now, I'm reminded of a Frank Zappa song that goes, "I couldn't get my boot off last night, a week went by, and now it's July, I finally got them off and my girlfriend she cried, you got stink foot" not so much the point of stink foot, but, you know, if the shoe fits. lol. The point I think is all about time and maybe even more about how time flies by so fast when we blink, but when I sit and watch the beauty of the changing seasons just out my window, well, that's when I clearly understand how special is the seat that is only second my bed. Seat is for watching just as my bed is for an extended blink. But, you know, for me both places have become so much more than a set of co-ordinates used to find my way to my home destination or to set as the point where I feel the safty and comfort of my home port. This year I have put on fewer miles than any year of my past and I miss those rides and the friends I get to see and the new friends I meet along the way. Man, Even though I'm not on a Long Distance Ride on two wheels "in fact", I have taken some very cool long distance rides without leaving home.
And now it's now!
The week after radiation and yesterday I saw the Dentist.
Great news, no cavities!
Sue and I saw the ct-scan I had to start my radio treatment after the last treatment and we were shocked.
We didn't know that I had so much cancer and how it had spread, even into my bones.
I guess now I can understand why I have pain. Daah! As I scratch my head!
I see my VA Oncologist on the 30th
A ct-scan and bone scan to follow up the radiation treatment that will help to set a new medical plan of action,
What ever that might be.
See y'all soon
Sam aka chappy
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