Duncan's Blog

Just a little something to show that I'm in the so-called spirit !

THE CHIPMUNKS CHRISTMAS SONG

Dave: "All right you Chipmunks! Ready to sing your song?"
Alvin: "I'll say we are!"
Simon: "Yeah!"
Theodore:"Let's sing it now!"
Dave: "Okay, Simon?"
Simon: "Okay!"
Dave: "Okay, Theodore?"
Theodore: "Okay!"
Dave: "Okay, Alvin? Alvin? ALVIN!!!"
Alvin: "OKAY!!!"

Christmas, Christmas time is near,
Time for toys and time for cheer.
We've been good, but we can't last.
Hurry, Christmas, hurry fast!

Want a plane that loops the loop.
Me, I want a hula hoop,
We can hardly stand the wait.
Please, Christmas, don't be late.

Dave: "Okay fellas get ready.
That was very good, Simon."
Simon: "Naturally."
Dave: "Very good Theodore."
Theodore: "Ahhh!"
Dave: "Ah, Alvin, you were a little flat, watch it.
Ah, Alvin. Alvin. ALVIN!!!"
Alvin: "OKAY!!!"

Christmas, Christmas time is near,
Time for toys and time for cheer.
We've been good, but we can't last.
Hurry, Christmas, hurry fast!

Want a plane that loops the loop.
Me, I want a hula hoop,
We can hardly stand the wait.
Please, Christmas, don't be late.

We can hardly stand the wait.
Please, Christmas, don't be late.

Dave: "Very good, boys!"
Alvin: "Let's sing it again!"
Simon: "Yeah, let's sing it again!"
Dave: "No, That's enough, let's not overdo it"
Theodore: "What do you mean overdo it?"
Simon: "We want to sing it again!"
Dave: "Now wait a minute, boys..."
Alvin: "Why can't we sing it again?"
[chipmunk chatter]
Dave: "Alvin, cut that out..
Theodore, just a minute.
Simon will you cut that out?
Boys..."

I've been vascilating between up and down in mood... not exactly a bipolar picture. I'm just affected at times by the overdose of information that is hurled my way by people who are feeling less than joyful. One friend has nerve damage to her leg and is in pain when she wallks. She's cursing her doctors and all of western medicine for that matter. The insurance companies, the hospitals, the pharmaceutical companies... all evil greedy entities.
Another friend who lives in a Section 8 one bedroom in a hood in New York is bellyaching about her mother who is slowly loosing her ability to perform her activities of daily living. Said mother was right out of the book/movie SYBIL and she's got the daughter to prove it. But nonetheless this woman wants this damaged child to take care of her and the girl can barely get out of bed herself; haunted by voices by day and nightmares by night.
Then there's me. Health is good. House is still standing. I've got two cars with gas in 'em. Healthy chickens outside always seem happy to see me during feeding and watering hours. Only thing that holds me back is the Yankee dollar.
The other day I approached the credit union. They were looking for volunteers to sit on their board. At one point during this good ol' boy interview, the CEO pulled out my credit report and pointed to my score which he had circled. "Did you know that your credit score is BELOW the national average?"
Do you think I care?
Needless to say I won't be applying for a volunteer position there again boy howdy.

Here I am a typical GWM living and working around the urban sprawl of the GREATER Los Angeles area and what do you think happened during dream time the other night? I had a dream that my 20 hens had laid eggs all over the back yard. It was a joyous/joyful day of egg hunting. Brown eggs, white eggs, Easter eggs, chocolate eggs were all strewn about the hen house with the expected bird evacuation juices still on the shell.
What popped into my mind after that was stranger. I was giving a massage to a man who was completely mute. Didn't even moan or groan when I'd rub warm oils into his muscles. The process went on for about 30 minutes when--without even a knock at the door or a ring of the bell--in walks this elderly grandmother-type woman. She unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor. She is completely naked. She lifts up the sheet and scoots herself in next to him. As soon as she is comfortable, she begins to yap. INCESSANTLY!
I guess she was making up for his mute behavior. Anyway, as the person performing service I guess I didn't feel it was appropriate for me to tell her to shut up. Fortunately, however, this aspect of the dream didn't last too long. The alarm went off in the middle of it

It's hard being a liberal. Part of the personality that's me is that I allow people tp be where they are in the moment; to express themselves however they desire without judgement or the imposition of my point of view.
I have a dear cousin who offered to help a friend's sister while her friend was on vacation. The sister has M.S., is morbidly obese and has no control over her body except for her hands. The woman was transported from bed to toilet via lift crane. Cousin was no doubt overwheled by this.
As a nurse, I'm no stranger to any of this. What bothered me was that my cousin was so taken by the horrible shape that this woman was in that she said to me, "If I am ever in a position where I can't care for myself, I'd probably just swallow a bullet."
It sounded very fatalistic. It was also said at a low period and was obviously not something that had too much thought that went into it. I found it rather offensive.
One man's humble opinoin.

I work in a float pool in a hospital. When my assignment is given and I present to the ward or clinic I am often asked, "Do you like working in the float pool?"
I answer, "Yes."
Then, without my asking anything further, I get the immediate comment, "Well, I wouldn't be happy there. It's too unsettling. You have to go to a different place every time. Do different things. You don't know where anything is."
I shrug.
What is often on my mind when I hear that comment is one of two things. The first is that I am glad and lucky to be given the opportunity to move around and experience different aspects of my vocation. The second--and generally more common thought--is that I am very happy that I am not stuck here in a ward wherein I have to pretend that I am bonding and friends with the likes of you !