[Philander Chase Johnson - 1920]
Before you get angry with me, let me explain:
In 1989, in Finland, I came off the end of a bobsleigh run, sailed through the troposphere and landed halfway down the hill.
In the hospital, two orderlies took my hand, braced their feet against the bed and hauled it so that the wrist bone went back inside the skin.
What gets you through things like that are prayer and cracks like, "Hey doc, they're trying to steal my hand," and other such corn.
Zero to do with courage - just a simple defense mechanism - true fear in fact.
On the 15th of this month my appeal is decided. If successful, things continue pretty much as they were. If not, for reasons I can't publicly write here, it's the end of the line [smiles to himself].
My mate, not being appraised of the fine print, felt it was less dramatic than that until I explained the ... er ... complications of me going out there.
He's in more shock now than I actually am and looking for solutions.
The interesting thing is the effect on the psyche when something is hanging over you - you've all had it at some time or other - and you almost wish to get it over and done with. Sometimes a strange levity comes over a person.
And so the days of May drag on and nice things happen like an angry sunset this evening after today's storm, a girl who unexpectedly didn't wish me to leave this afternoon, many friendly faces and a nice cheesecake.
You have to laugh.
Just to make us all feel better, here's a photo, courtesy of Julie, of tomorrow morning's sunrise.
And a giggle from Brummie Mum.
Each night for this week until he 15th, I'll try to present one musical piece:
Lyrics here if you're interested.
Have a nice night, readers.