the moon agrees

Having naturally and with little effort removed myself from the societal onrush of the generational hordes behind, all pushing for their rightful place on the planet, giving them room as all the elders are expected to do, becoming a balding grizzled repository of cultural, theosophical, and other peculiar knowledges no longer in fashion, I sit perched on the side of this slumbering volcano which long ago blew maybe a mile off its elevation thereby producing several peaks named after the relatives and by the whimsy of the dominant by god members of the domineering society on a first name basis with the map makers and the politicians who continuously seem to have little idea of what to do but funnel more power to the powerful, I stare out the window at the moon and laugh.

This left hoof will be hacked by a chopper with the right credentials, experience, and bedside manner in a couple of weeks, so I done got me (past perfect tense, self-obtaining, for all you grammarians) a cell phone capable of twitting and tweetering and texting and no doubt many other things I will never comprehend for when I have "tears in my ears from lying on my back in my bed," as the old song goes, thus finally dipping my toe into the baptismal waters of the twenty-first century, becoming a communication monster.

Thanks to all who take a peek at this blog. My posts should get really interesting when I am strung out on some whammo pain medication. Though I no doubt will appreciate the soporifics, I still think that, as always, laughter will be the best medicine. The moon agrees.