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10月17日 PAINTING STUDIO Update and The Robe by Stephen Craig Rowe PAINTING STUDIO UPDATE: Had my next to last dose of chemo this past Wednesday and will have the last treatment on the 28th of this month. Will also have a consult with the surgeon on the 28th hopefully for pre op info and a date for the operation. Has been a rather long six months of chemo and will be glad to be free of the no joy juice. Very thankfull that the magical medical brew has shrunk the tumor enough to be surgically removed.
This past week I spent four days in Veterans Admin Hospitals in Danville, Illinois and Indianapolis, Indiana. It was a dark, raining, cold week and I don't know if it was the weather, drugs, pain, or lack of will but there were more than usual Veterans wandering about with their lights out, or running on dim. It is sad to see them doing the lithium shuffle or mumbling nothings to themselves. Once so strong and proud and now reduced to frailty and dependence. Even on my darkest days I remain animated and fire up the light in order to keep myself out of the shadow world and shine as bright as I am able to share.
In Indianapolis I was out on the hospital grounds taking a sniff of fresh air laced with cold rain when a spooky looking dude with glazed eyes got in my face and said,
" You got any pills? " At first I did not reply and gave him the get out of my space and face look that normally sends intruders away without a word. This dude was too stoned or dim witted to read the sign and again said,
" You got any pills?" This time I replied,
" Yes I have vitamins, baby asprin, and chemo. I know you don't want any vites or asprin, see this pack I have slung over my shoulder and that tube running to my chest. It is pumping chemo into my body right now. I advise you to turn around, dissapear and while doing so count your blessings." He mumbled, " Shit man! ", turned and walked away.
I have not had a robe since I was a child and have been looking for one as of late for the cool fall and the comming cold winter. You know, something to throw on after a shower or hot soak. To wear on a cold night with a good book and glass of brandy. Well I was in the hospital gift shop and came across my robe. A $70 robe marked down to $19 and the deal was done. Tested it out last night and am more than pleased with the purchase as I was all warm and cozy enjoying a simple pleasure with my lights on. May your light ever shine bright and
as ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe 10月9日 PAINTING STUDIO Update, Trans Siberian Orchestra News and the Last Rose Of Fall by Stephen Craig RoweThe Last Rose Of Fall
 PAINTING STUDIO UPDATE: Only two more doses of chemo on the 14th and 28th of this month. On the 28th I also have a consult with my surgeon and hope to receive pre op instructions and an order for the date of operation to remove the tumor. What began as a 3 month order for chemo ended up as a 6 month order and it has not been a walk in the park .
Be that as it may, the medical stew is working and the tumor is shrinking.
Trans Siberian Orchestra News: The Trans Siberian Orchestra will be at the Peoria Civic Center on November 7th for a 3pm and 8pm show. My sisters and mom bought me a ticket to the 8pm show as an early Christmas gift. Section A row 8. Yes! A great seat right up close where I want to be. Several years ago I was fortunate to meet Al Pitrelli and his wife Jane Mangini. Al is the band leader of the Trans Siberian Orchestra as well as lead guitar and his wife Jane is the keyboard for TSO. We met at Jim's Steakhouse in downtown Peoria the night before the concert. Hit it off from the get go and became fast friends. I recently wrote Jane and Al to let them know I would be at the concert this year. Here is a copy of the email that Jane sent me:
hi!!!
i am so sorry to hear that you are going through all that would love to see you after the show that saturday, i can set you up with some after
show passes at will call. do me a favor and email me a couple of weeks before the
show to remind me and we will see you and whoever you're bringing after the show.
Yes! A back stage pass. Can hardly wait.
The Last Rose of Fall:
The last rose of fall
bloomed a week ago
on a bright warm
day
before the
chill winds
and
rains.
Though there are a
few buds,
fear they will not
flower
on cold dark days
and
taken in
with care
shall remain
with a
smile
and
memory of
The Last Rose of Fall
As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe
10月4日 PAINTING STUDIO Invitation to The Rose And Thorn by Stephen Craig RoweThe Rose
 And Thorn
The Rose and Thornhttp://www.theroseandthornezine.com/ is an internet literary quarterly that features authors of novels, short stories, poetry and more. The ezine is going through a revamp and earlier today I was approached by the publishers and editors to contribute art work for the cover of the winter issue due out in mid January with a run through mid April 2,010. Kathryn Magendie and Angie Ledbetter are publishers and editors of The Rose And Thorn. My dear friend Kathryn is also the author of Tender Graces a novel that I did not only read but was able to experience through Kathryn's well written words. Of course I gave the publishers permission to use any of my images for the new Rose And Thorn Journal format and will do what I can to get the word out. It is an honor to do so.
Though today was too early for Indian summer the sky was blue and the sun warmed my face as I took my Sunday afternoon walk. Do hope the sky remains clear so I can see the full moon of October later tonight. The house is warm and filled with scent of an oven roast chicken and all that goes with. Perhaps one more gin on ice, finish the mashed potatoes, honey glazed carrots, giblet gravy and stuffing. More than enough for one so I shall dine fine for a number of days on this evenings mini-feast. Wish you were here.
As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe
10月1日 PAINTING STUDIO Home Is Where The Art Is Page Two. " Home is where the heart is, because home is where the art is." Stephen Craig Rowe
Fall hangs on it's arbor sweeping cold wet winds upon the prairie as the lands give harvests to combines, tractors and fields of green go golden brown hues of purple in the dawn and sunsets. Husks are swept in a cloud of dust mown as fields are drawn under and into farm machines. Deer and critters seek refuge in the woods. Time and tides roll on and each in it's place has and holds a reality. As near and dear as home. For that is where the heart is and where the art is.
As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe 9月27日 PAINTING STUDIO Hands Across The Prairie By Stephen Craig Rowe HANDS ACROSS THE PRAIRIE
 " Space is only as deep as one makes it. " Stephen Craig Rowe
We read each others words, see pictures, gain knowledge of past and present as we blog and share. In doing so an insight is gained as we explore within and without. There we come to realize that who we are is paramount to the self and relationships with others. As most of you well know "Space is only as deep as one makes it.", is a quote of mine that I favor and most enjoy when it becomes a reality. Today was one such day because a dear friend Beth Marie her daughter and son in law visited the Painting Studio. Beth brought me a hens and chicks plant for the rose garden and we all visited while looking and commenting on the paintings for an hour or so. We talked about this and that, computers and blogging of course, blog friends that we both know such as Rambling On Carole, Stephen Kent, ( both have recently celebrated birthdays) and others. Then we went and had a fine dinner. It was a very good afternoon and early evening as we made space a reality. Thank you Beth, Thank you all
and
As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe 9月24日 PAINTING STUDIO Update And September Sang by Stephen Craig RoweSeptember Sang
 " In the change of seasons, one becomes of and a part of the lands. " Stephen Craig Rowe
PAINTING STUDIO Update: Arrived home around three this afternoon, gray days away filled with soft rains and quiet conversations. The CT scan on Wednesday showed that the tumor is still shrinking and the surgeon said that I am doing fine. The chemo will continue for three more sessions, six weeks, and conclude at round 12. In six weeks I will consult with the surgeon again and then, pray tell, a date for the surgery will be set.
September sings a change of seasons, harvests, rememberance of death, and joy of birth. For in the colors we tend to see ourselves in the changing light that cast more than shadows in the blessing.
Thinking of birth, September 25th is the birthday of my dear friends Beth Marie and Carole The Libra Astral twins who are both proficeint, prolific, compitent bloggers that not only write about life but share insights, tid bits, rants, and a slice of life that enriches the internet and places the human factor first. Thus making it real, and it is very real to me. Thank you both, and I wish you a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY! CAROLE DAY! BETHDAY!
A very special treat for me is that Beth Marie, her daughter and son in law are going to visit the Painting Studio this Saturday and then we are all going to dinner. Yikes! I must get busy and tidy the place up a bit. Charge the camera batteries and such.
September has not sang, for September is ever singing.
As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe
9月21日 PAINTING STUDIO The Deep Green Of Summer By Stephen Craig Rowe The Deep Green Of Summer
has gently left the ridge
as
Lawns and gardens
seem frail
Then pale in the change
of light that is
still bright
Yet
not quite strong
enough
to
sustain
The deep green of summer
As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe 9月18日 PAINTING STUDIO Thoughts And Roses by Stephen Craig Rowe Thoughts And Roses
 " In the heart, mind and spirit of humankind is ever a desire to return to the garden." Stephen Craig Rowe
Once again I left home four days away on the roads and in the wards of Veterans Administration Medical Centers. The quality of care I receive is superb at the VAMC in Danville, Illinois and in Indianapolis, Indiana. Every time I go away am sure to take myself with me and am able to share a bit of the art that has become my life with others. Often it is in humor and at other times it is quite serious. Familiar faces are glad to see me and new faces are well met then never forgotten. When I finally got home late on Friday afternoon the first stop was not the computer or the mail box. I placed my back pack on the front steps and went to the small garden in the front yard. Bambi and company had left the roses alone so the buds could bloom and I had not seen a white rose for months. I had to smile and take out the camera as some of the red roses greeted me home.
 This is the weekend of my sixty second year and also a year since the passing of my Father.
Though he is dearly missed, he lives in my mind, blood, bones and spirit. My Father lives in my brothers, sisters, all of our children and grandchildren forever and ever. Love you more than words can tell.
 Tonight I am going to have some thoughts and roses. On the eve of my birthday I am having Saturday dinner at my favored restaurant Jim's Steakhouse in downtown Peoria, Illinois. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I pimp it all I can. Smile! http://jimssteakhouse.net
In the mean time,
as ever be well.
Stephen Craig Rowe 9月13日 PAINTING STUDIO Mother And My Three Sisters Page Two By Stephen Craig Rowe Mother and my three sisters visited me, East Peoria, Peoria and Jim's Steak House this past weekend. I had a wonderful time with the most important, lovely and loving women in my life. Mother and my three sisters.
Mother
 Kathryn
 Pamela
 Carrie
 Yo! Sis, gotta little red eye going on there. Ya little devil.
We all had a great weekend with clear blue sky, meaningful and mirthful conversations filled with love and family in the yard and in the Painting Studio and in my home. Dinner at Jim's Steakhouse in downtown Peoria was exquisit. It was a pleasure to introduce Mom and my three sisters to co-workers, guests, and friends. There was a whole lot of handshaking, hugging and love. Tim Comfort the owner of Jim's Steakhouse was most gracious and bought our table a round of drinks or so. He also asked me to work on Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Day if I did not have anything better to do. Love Timmy like a brother but, fat chance of that happening. Well, maybe.
On Sunday we were all back at the lawn and took good care as Mom and my three sisters were about to depart and though I tried to hold back my tears, I could not but gave them a small handfull of roses, that the bleeding deer did not eat or the tomato plant did not smother.
 Love them more than words can tell
 And as ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe
9月10日 PAINTING STUDIO Mother And My Three Sisters by Stephen Craig Rowe "Family first, then friends, then family first." Stephen Craig Rowe
I looked everywhere but could not find one photograph of Mother and my three sisters so I put up an image that is part of a painting. Soon am sure to have plenty of photographs of Mom and my three sisters because they are visiting me this weekend. I can not begin to tell you how very happy I am and anxious to see them. Of course all week long I have been cleaning floors, windows, carpet, bleach the kitchen and washroom, polish the pots and pans, scrub the porch, scour the sinks, dusting, vaccume, sweep, mop, wax the woodwork, shave shower and buff my little bald head to a high gloss. Don't want mother and my three sisters to think that I am just an degenerate artist. Smile and wink.
Really the place is looking spick and span enough to host the Pope or a head of state. Oh shit! I should have gotten a red carpet. At least I brought some of the roses in and they look very nice. My sister Pam and her girlfriend Chris will arrive from near Green Bay, Wisconsin later this night and I can hardly wait. Mom, Kathryn and Carrie will arrive from near Cleveland, Ohio on Friday night.
On Saturday night we will go to dinner at Jim's Steak House http://www.jimssteakhouse.net in downtown Peoria to celebrate Pam's birthday, my birthday and kind of retirement, as well as a rememberance of Father who passed one day after my birthday last year. Ok, I know I pimp the Steakhouse every chance I get but one must remember that I worked there for ten years and it is the finest establishment in the midwest. When the cleaning was done and all spick and span I thought "Oh, no, all I have to drink here is coffee and gin". So I went to the market and bought some German wines for the sisters, vodka for Mother with mixers and fruit for all. Am going to give the Painting Studio a final sweep and walk through before Pam and Chris arrive in an hour or so.
Ya know, I am sitting here now just looking around the place, the painting studio, my home, the paintings on the walls with expectation of the visit with Mother and my three sisters.
It is indeed a blessing and
as ever be well.
Stephen Craig Rowe 9月7日 PAINTING STUDIO The September Moon Flying In The Blind And In The Fold Of The Flowers Colors Kiss The Clouds And Touch The Moon written by Stephen Craig Rowe and published on MSN Windows Live Spaces. September the seven, 2,009 "In the space between the words poetry is written. There one may read and see within and
without." Stephen Craig Rowe
On the night and in the night I could not see the full moon of September for the clouds were too deep dark swelled with rain.
Yet I went into the yard
and touched the sky and
holy damp
grass held my feet
upon the ground
as I gazed upon the full moon of Septemer and blinded by the clouds She moon cast
a glow
all kind of blues
silver shine
and milk
run puddles
in and out of the
diamond sky,
In dreams we
often go to the
light side and
brush about
the clouds
gather up the
star dust, and
see. For with in your hands
eyes, and spirit
is the ability to see within
and without the folds of
the flowers as roses have
no tears, nor has the full
moon of September.
There some go into the
sky and look within
And without.
Said as a poet, painted
on the other side
and seen
for your eyes.
In dreams I went above the clouds,
Held the full moon of
September in your
hands
Star struck.
 As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe
9月4日 PAINTING STUDIO Update On The Wings And In The Wards With A Few Words Of This And That Holiday Weekend And Stuff Written By Stephen Craig Rowe Published Labor Day Weekend On Windows LIve Spaces September, 04, 2,009 PAINTING STUDIO UPDATE: Left home at 6am on Tuesday morning and arrived back home around three on Friday afternoon. Four days away from the home and garden spent in wings and wards of the Veterans Administration Medical Centers in Danville, Il, and Indianapolis, Indiana. Road the endless seas of corn and beans again never a blur in the haze of dawn before sun burns off the mists, rises, and sets in my eyes. Had my last dose of Avastin as it may retard healing for an upcoming operation. The date yet to be determined. My Oncologist called for four more rounds of chemo unless the Surgeon calls them off. I don't know.
In the wings and wards I visited with nurses, Doctors and staff, as well as fellow Veterans. Some were going home and some were not. I am most fortunate to be home. I was able to get on line here and there while away to check email and such but in the crowded computer labs, hospital environment, I did not have much to say for many of my thoughts were turned within.
I did watch some of the past weeks news and urge my friends in California not to play with matches this holiday weekend. There was also some fear of H1N1 Swine Flu mentioned in the news and how it may be spreading in returning college students and such. "Cough in your elbow and stay home if you are sick". This is going to stop the spread of a potential pandemic.
Thinking about this I decided to take some preventive measures of my own. Of course wash your hands often and don't touch yucky things. Avoid contact with Swine Flu infected persons and do not exchange spit with them. No matter how pretty they may seem at the moment. Care for your barn yard friends, but don't get too close to them, if you know what you mean. I for one can not imagine. Wait for an empty elevator and avoid crowds of sickly school children. If one must depend on public transportation, you know,the bus or commuter trains, protective measures should be taken. Those little white nose and mouth masks may not be enough. I advise protective clothing and gin, along with a great dose of common sense. Wish all a good safe holiday weekend.
 Just needed a little comic relief,
 And as ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe
9月1日 PAINTING STUDIO Fly By Night And Soar In The Dawn by Stephen Craig Rowe Fly by night
meld the star struck
sky
Walk on
wet lawns,
damp sands,
Holy Lands,
Long cold highways
Stark screaming
steel mad roar
wheels hiss and
kiss the pavement,
step softly upon
the clouds
and walk sad quiet
city streets calling
country home.
That the high hawks
soar
Jays and Cardinals sing
as on the ridge
in the arms of a
naked tree
the crow caws
day.
Pillow dreams
light nights ripe
heart
pulsing click clack
train sounds in the
valley
do not wake
asleep on waves
turning at the sound
of the lone long horn
blasting a red bandanna
box car drone
in the key of G.
Double stop,
turn,
pull up the sheets
and dream
in the light within
flying by night
and soaring in
the dawn.
As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe
 8月30日 PAINTING STUDIO On The Eve Of September Weave A Quiet Note, And Leave A Place in the All. By Stephen Craig Rowe and in the
time
There shall
you
see.
For your eyes
Dance in the
Sky
as
August
Kiss
the
The Eve of
September
and
Walk the words out loud
as
you read them.
For there
is
your own
voice.
And never fear
the
change of seasons
  As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe 8月27日 PAINTING STUDIO Revelation Maybe and Announcement Of The Rowe-Taylor 2.012 Campaign Initiative by Stephen Craig Rowe I don't know for sure if it was indeed the Heavenly Father, the chemo, the gin, or if I was staring into the sun too long while standing in a shaft of light out on the prairie last week. At any rate I had a revelation of sorts and felt the heed of a higher calling.
Most of you know that the Painting Studio is a non political blog. Ok, I have been known to get on my high horse from time to time about this cause or that but who doesn't. My friend and author Douglas S. Taylor http://caledonauthor.spaces.live.com set up a new site for way beyond politics.
Now for the announcement that you have all been waiting for. I am pleased and proud to be part of the Rowe-Taylor 2,012 Presidential Campaign Initiative. http://rowe-taylor2012.spaces.live.com/
Have a feeling that we are going to be hearing a lot of......"What the Hell are those guys thinking?"
In the mean time,
As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe
8月25日 PAINTING STUDIO Cross Hatch Chicken Scratch Sketch Book Rolling Fence Post Lane Blues by Stephen Craig Rowe "If not for the eye of the beholder, the Creator would have made everything the same".
Stephen Craig Rowe
My dear friend Riette Roos from Port Edward, South Africa was kind enough to publish "Trace Of Gray" at Candle Light, Verse and Melodie http://www.versenmelodie.blogspot.com/ and am also a co-author there. Thank you Riette and I will publish there forthwith as time allows.
 ROLLING FENCE POST LANE BLUE
Sunflower bowed her head
windy petals
nearly touching
the fence.
Birds feed and flock
as the
first leaves fall.
Long tree shadows
bend the
light
and
dancing branches
skim the lawns,
streets,
sparkling waters
Then meld
beyond rolling fence post lanes
the last lamp light
and
sidewalks end
at the edge of fields,
forests,
lakes
and
river glens.
Sunflower bent her
windy petals
touching
Rolling fence post lane.
As ever be well, Stephen Craig Rowe
8月23日 PAINTING STUDIO Vision Test, On The Bus Minority Report and New Eyeglasses by Stephen Craig Rowe A couple of weeks ago a notice was sent that my drivers license was about to expire and that a vision test would be required. Have not worn glasses since Febuary and have not had an exam in about ten years. As insurance to pass the vision test I had my eyes examined and picked out a new pair of glasses. Yesterday I took the bus to pick up the new glasses and as usual was a minority rider. Have gotten used to public transportation and if ever you are down, depressed, or feeling sorry for yourself....just take a bus and wait at the transit center for a transfer. Take a look around and there will be no need to count your blessings.
The driver and I were the only white folks on the rather crowded bus on my way to the vision center. I have many non white friends and do not have a prejudice bone in my body. Though I have tried to understand mumbo jumbo ghetto jive talk there is a language barrier that I just can't cross and do not comprehend many of the conversations on the bus. I pretty much keep to myself and try and enjoy the sights and sounds of the ride. "Hey buddy! What's up with the big pink comb sticking outta' your head?" Wondering why they do not speak English like President Obama. Oh, yeah......never mind.
At the vision center a clerk handed me my glasses and as I put them on said,
" Are you sure these are the frames that I ordered "?
" Yes, Mr. Rowe here is the invoice and they seem to fit very well. "
" They seem a bit large, and the lenses are tinted."
" Let me adjust them for you and yes they are transition lenses. That better?"
" Yes, they fit more snugly now. Are you sure the color of the frames are the ones that I picked out? "
" Mr. Rowe, they are new glasses and may only take a little getting used to. Wear them for a few days and if they need adjustments just bring them back and we will take care of that for you."
Something just did not seem right and then the clerk said, " Because you have not worn glasses for so long the new glasses may make you feel dizzy for a couple of days. So do not go tight rope walking or flying solo until you are comfortable with them."
I made the purchase, thanked the clerk and on the way home saw that others were taking notice of me more than usual. Must be the smart, stylish, new glasses I thought and felt rather good about the whole ordeal until I got home.
 Mother called last evening after reading and seeing "Trace Of Gray" on one of my sisters computer. She could not stop laughing throughout the conversation and that made me smile.
 Rock on! Have a good-great week and
as ever be well.
Stephen Craig Rowe
8月21日 PAINTING STUDIO Trace Of Gray by Stephen Craig Rowe A trace of gray lingers on week long storms
that hug the midwest twilight
Ground pounding light and thunder shows
Soak the summer lands
drain the warm
as cool front winds
greet the fall.
I stood on what used to be the prairie,
watching rolling clouds
forming over endless fields of corn and beans
cut only by sparce tree lines left as wind breaks.
Where did all of the forests go? I thought as the
evening sky parted and a once in a lifetime
sun shine filled my eyes
and I did not turn away or fear to hear the
Calling.
On a lighter note, as I was shaving on the other post just happend to notice that my wisps of gray that gave me a rather distinguist look from the sideburns and up over the ears had turned the whitewalls nearly entirely white as well as my eye brows. Maybe it is just the chemo, or the ravage of living a good clean life. At any rate with vanity as my favored sin, thought about coloring (just kidding about the vanity thing), then on the way home from the hospitals and such decided to pick up a hair piece.
 "It is not what one is, rather who one is that is paramount." Stephen Craig Rowe
Just kidding of course. Really am too tired to post as it has been a good long week. Just had to pop in for a smile as all is well. Wish you and yours a very good, meaningful, and creative weekend.
As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe 8月17日 PAINTING STUDIO Shaver And A Hint Of Fall Published On Windows Live Spaces by Stephen Craig Rowe Photo inspired by my friend Carole's post "Mirror, Mirror"
at Rambling On's Space and a comment I left there.
http://y12beta6.spaces.live.com/ Nose is not quite as large as
it appears in mirror. Smile!
 Rained most of Sunday and was not until late afternoon that it just turned grey and was able to get out for a walk. Saw that some leaves were falling and thought, "What is this?", and felt a slight chill in the air as a hint of fall. I enjoy the change of seasons but not this early and cling to the thought of endless summer or at least a bit prolonged. Am rewarded with a bright, warm, sun filled day that I must get out in and enjoy.
During my Sunday walk I stopped to touch some leaves and talk to the trees as I often do. Yes, people in the neighborhood must think me a bit daft talking to the trees, looking up at the clouds, sometimes praying, and singing out loud as I walk. With the sunglasses on I resemble a white Ray Charles or Stevie Wonder careful to mind my footing while sky gazing and talking to the birds. The neighbors wave and smile, sometimes make small talk but for the most part leave me be. Which suits me fine. As they think "Its only Stephen, he is an artist and artists are a bit eccentric." Smile!
Am off again for three or four days to the world of hospitals and modern medicine for my medication, meditation, and hope for a cure. Will be sure to spice it up with a bit of humor, good will and a sense of adventure. In the mean time,
As ever be well,
Stephen Craig Rowe
8月14日 PAINTING STUDIO UPDATE Plus Tomatoes and Roses by Stephen Craig Rowe   PAINTING STUDIO UPDATE: The other day a nurse called from the Veterans Adminstration Hospital in Indianapolis to inform me that there are only two more chemo sessions on order for me. Wednesday August 19th and September second will conclude the round of chemo. The side effects have not been drastic but the ordeal has been anything but a walk in the park and will be glad to have chemo over and done. She then told me that the surgeon wants to go in and "yank out the tumor". Her exact words caused me to smile but would have rather heard, " The surgeon will remove the invasive moderatly differenteated adenocarcinoma". So another CT scan and consult with the surgeon is ordered for September 23d and the opereation should occur about two weeks after the consult in the first or second week of October. Whew! Some light at the end of the tunnel.
The deer must be busy occupied with other garden raids and have not disturbed the roses or tomato plant as of late. Perhaps Bambi and company huddled around a laptop and read previous posts. " Hey guys, get a load of this! Stephen blogged about us raiding his little rose garden and smashing the tomato plant".
"Wow....Are we like celebraties or famous?"
"No. Silly deer. He just mentioned us at the Painting Studio because with all the trouble and strife in the world there must be time also for light and light hearted stuff."
"You mean like when we stand on the hilltop and just sniff the air or go into the meadow and play?"
"Yes, something like that. We don't think of hunting season the whole year, only when it is upon us."
"Yikes! Don't remind me about that." In the glare of the screen Bambi did a search see exactly when deer hunting season is in Illinois. "Whew! We have some time before we have to scoot to the deep woods."
"Yeah, and plenty of time to raid Stephen's little garden." The deer nodded their heads and smiled thinking of rosebuds as icing on the cake.
In celebration of the update I may just take myself to dinner tonight and dazzle some folks at http://jimssteakhouse.net or maybe just stay home and take it easy. In the mean time have a good great weekend and
as ever be well.
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