TRANQUILITY AND A SHOVEL

About ten minutes after I had given the Indonesian Chinese lady in the downstairs front apartment some fruits and fresh produce (and so making sure she's still with us), my landlady was knocking on my door to hand over some food so that I'll be strengthened and fed before the procedure tomorrow morning. I'll point out that she is older than me, but I shan't tell you by how much. One does not speak of a woman's age, and I don't want to talk about mine. We also discussed the possibility of quitting tobacco, because nicotine hampers the body's healing mechanisms in addition to being inflammatorial to blood vessels lining.

Yes, okay, I'll not smoke from midnight till four days hence when I see the surgeon for a follow up. Shortly afterwards, in all likelyhood, I'll be filling a pipe and lighting up. Because I'm incorrigible, and a bad-tempered fossil even under the best of circumstances.

The problem will be avoiding overly strenuous actions when I'm back at work.


Can one even be called 'alive' if one does not throw heavy cinderblocks at rightwing dillheads? Asking for a "friend", you understand, as violence toward the fascists of the world is not my thing. I am a peaceful even-tempered liberal murderous psychopath.

Far be it from me etcetera etcetera.

Om, shanti shanti, om.

Why, I just want to be alone in my garden with the gladioli and the chrysanthemums. Yes. Butterflies and hummingbirds. Sunlight. Daffodils. Smelling the roses. Lovely fragrant roses. Dense thickly overgrown rose bushes with inch-long sharp thorns that rip the living flesh off, the wargrade biohazard of plants, weapons of very painful mass destruction, aimed at religious freaks and dunderheaded rightwingers.

There are savage hamsters armed with razorsharp claws and teeth there.
Lego blocks to maim the unwary strewn damned well everywhere.
And juicy pineapple chunks for all their pizza!
Ham and anchovies!

A veritable pox upon their cattle!

Yeah, it's a darn good thing that I've taken off for a week. I shall be scarcely bearable, and putting up with the senile rightwingers in the backroom while I'm avoiding tobacco and not smoking my pipes would be impossible.



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