The bloodwork is done. What's fascinating is that although I can't stand to watch them stick a needle in my body, I can watch the blood go through a little tube and into the glass vial. It was the first time I had actually watched. Did you know that blood is such a gorgeous color? Rich, deep burgundy color.

They tell me that everything looks okay. After testing my blood and the secretions from various orifices, nothing negative has been discovered. This is all good news of course.

Then there's the bad news. I also had a mammogram, sonogram, and chest x-rays. I have a large mass in my left breast. So later this month, I will be getting a biopsy and then seeing an oncologist.

I'll have more news after those events. Not to worry, I'm doing fine. As I've said, I am prepared for what ever happens. So tata for now.

Old age is catching up to me. After almost 10 years, I'm finally getting back to seeing the doctor and having tests done to find out if my body is healthy or not. Some tests have already been done and I'll get results in a couple of days. Other tests are scheduled for later this week. I'll be honest with you, I hate doctors. I hate being poked and prodded and stuck and lectured. I hate sitting in a waiting room with a bunch of sick people coughing and sneezing and sniffling. I hate sitting in the little examination room all alone, staring at glass jars of cotton balls and Q-tips and gauze patches. If I had my druthers, I'd never go. But I suppose I lost my druthers when I got old.

It doesn't seem quite fair, does it? We live long, fruitful, healthy lives. We spend decades loving and caring and helping. We try to do the right thing. We want to be good people. And we are repaid in our old age by  saggy wrinkled skin, achy, arthritic bodies and illnesses for which there is no cure. Nor will we see a cure in our lifetimes, no doubt.

I have lived all of my adult life with an incurable disease. But Muscular Dystrophy has been more of an annoyance and irritation than anything else. I suppose I've been fortunate that it hasn't been any worse then it is. Although I've been in a wheelchair since I was 26, other than that I've been relatively healthy. Now, at 64, my body is aging at an accelerated rate. That tends to happen to the severely disabled among us. Do you know how they say that 60 is the new 50? In our case 60 is the new 70. I fully expect to get some bad news with my test results this week and next.

I'm not worried about it. I am a realist. I have always been philosophical about life and death. My ultimate demise may come sooner rather than later and, frankly, I'm okay with that. When I was 17, I was given a year to live. Of course, I've outlived all of those doctors and I'm still here at 64. Knowing that I filled my life with all the wonderful things I could do. I'm very proud of going to university in my 30s, of the businesses that I have run, the volunteer work that I've done, and my close ties to my family and friends. I have no regrets. I have no bucket list. Everything that I would have liked to have done, I have done. As I said, I'm a realist, so I never put surfing on my bucket list. Neither did I include climbing Mount Everest or running a marathon.

So if the news is not especially to my liking this week, I think I'll mostly be okay with it. Not that I am eager to shuffle off this mortal plane any time soon. I'd like to stick around and do more fun things, eat more chocolate, enjoy the company of those nearest and dearest to me. But I'm old. And my body is failing. It doesn't seem fair, does it? Work hard, be a good person, yet end your life all too often weak and in pain.

Kind of sucks.

Jack London

Just read Jack London's Call Of The Wild. WOW! Can't believe I never read it before. Loved it. Brilliant! Am starting White Fang already. Have read Burroughs, Verne, Welles. How did I miss London all these years?

I suck at Mancala. Tried to read up on stategies, etc. but I'm only getting worse. Aaargh!

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Annual Update.

It's after midnight, Sunday night. Actually, I suppose that would make it Monday morning. The Monday before Thanksgiving. I have much to be thankful for. I won't make the list here. It would go on for a very long time. I guess I should mention a few things that have happened since my last post. One of our dogs, Betsy, died this summer. She just went out into the backyard and laid down and was gone. We were heartbroken as you can expect. Molly, her mother, handled it better than we thought she would. About a month later, we heard that a young family needed to find a home for two 8-month-old cats, sisters, because their baby was badly allergic to them. So we brought home Maxine and Katie to be a part of our family. It's a slow process, but the dog and the cats are getting along well and Katie and Molly are quite fond of each other.

The bookstore is still running, although not doing as well as I would hope. In today's economy, money is tight and books are a luxury. Add to that the new popularity of e-book readers like the Kindle, the Nook, and various others, and good old-fashioned paper books are not as popular as they used to be. It affects all of our businesses, those of us who sell rare and out-of-print books.

I've probably promised to post more often in the past. I won't make that promise now but I will try to post more frequently. I'm trying to find a way to make one of my books available for free. I have the file in PDF format but I have no place to put it online so that I can direct people to the URL to download it. Once I get it stashed somewhere, I will let everyone know, here and on Facebook and twitter.

Thanks to Dragon NaturallySpeaking software, I should be able to post more easily now. Version 11.5 is incredibly accurate. Enough for now. Thanks for reading this far.

A WHOLE YEAR?!??

This is more than a little embarrassing. Where does the time go? Okay, it goes into relocating my book store, and flipping two houses for fun and profit. And I still wouldn't be here if it wasn't for a friend (Hi Rach!) asking about blogging and reminding me that I have this page.

Update: Betsy is fine. You wouldn't even know she had been in an accident or has Stage 4 hip dysplagia. Fooey on that doctor who wanted me to put her down.

No time to write lately. Maybe this winter.

Favorite book of all time: Tarzan of the Apes by ERB. Yours?

Latest Book Released!

Cyd Ropp and I finally finished our post-apocalyptic scifi novel and it's available on the Lulu website in our store there. It's called Reality Crash and we think it turned out pretty darn good. We based it on a screenplay we wrote a decade or so ago. The script made the quarter-finals at the Austin screenplay competition twice, but never sold. So we decided to novelize it instead. Check it out.

End of summer blues

Summer is over and with it the fun of writing a scifi novel with my writing partner, Cyd. We still have a few rewrites to do, but without the intensity of writing long distance every day for months. We used GoToMyPC.com and telephones. It was great. Feedback and critiques from our readers has been mostly positive, so that's encouraging.

On the homefront, all is well. Not much to report. Just waiting for winter.

New Book in the works

Some years ago, my writing partner, Cyd, and I wrote a screenplay called Reality Check. It got to the quarter-finals at Austin twice, and a couple of prodcos showed some interest, but nobody bought it. So it sat.

It's a good story. We always like it. Post-apocalyptic science fiction action/adventure. No aliens or space ships, just future technology in a devastated world.

So we decided to rewrite as a novel. We've been working for over a month now and today we'll finish the first draft. And we like it. We hope to have it done before the end of the year and cross your fingers for us that we find a publisher. Lulu is a last resort for this one.

Book published, painting done etc.

Driftwood is done and published. It's on amazon, like At The Lake is, but all four of my books are on lulu.com. Check them out.

I did my first oil painting a few weeks ago. It's positively awful. Like a five year old did a paint by numbers blindfolded. But I learned a lot about mixing colors and brush techniques and stuff, so the next one might not be so embarrassing.

Betsy has reached a plateau in her recovery. No better or worse than before. But still a happy girl.

The next book is percolating.