tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904219782540965444.post7497718606692404850..comments2024-03-14T04:06:54.124-04:00Comments on GENKAKU-AGAIN (adam fisher): political mug shotsgenkakuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12135705172119950326noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904219782540965444.post-61689028325907225792014-08-25T13:37:25.041-04:002014-08-25T13:37:25.041-04:00Wearing a halo and living where there are no sidew...Wearing a halo and living where there are no sidewalks i'm forbidden such things. I can only see what i can see from the porch of the livestock, wildlife, even the dogs. But twice a day my drill sergeant cracks the whip for physical therapy. <br /><br />It seems like a time comes when life becomes more observational than occupational. But somebody will always get it in their head that if they don't see you up and at it they don't see you. Maybe they don't pass by my recliner often enough to reassure themselves. <br /><br />But it comes amid claims of how needful you are to them, which can swell ones self esteem i guess. It may fly in the face of personal opinion, that life is pretty much done because there's insufficient energy to go to the trouble of living.<br /><br />Maybe that's a readiness for death that will make passing easier. But there's still some adrenalin available for when anything suggesting that time might be upon us. It's a rum 'un as the saying goes, no making sense of it. <br /><br />But for an old work horse, the sound of the whip is enough. I comply with a grumble, but i comply. I'm apparently needed if only to do this apparently needful thing.<br /><br />Well, whether or not i'm needed, i'm of the opinion that you are old son. This is the only blog i'm willing to afflict. And i need a friend who understands the term cluster fuck. So good on your son. Give him a pat on the back from me. If i have to do PT, you have to hike. I grumble because i refuse to suffer alone.olcharliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00309255390011851502noreply@blogger.com