April 7: Thoughts.

April 7: Thoughts
Cypress, California

09:30   Yep, Cover 3 would beat that Tight End route; good job, EA.


09:48   I didn’t think I’d feel this cold here in this freezer. I thought I was impervious to it. Must be getting old. Alright, where is that kale? I must have missed it on the first go. Cold, cold … Continue reading “”

Excerpt from Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning #2.

I did not know whether my wife was alive, and I had no means of finding out (during all my prison life there was no outgoing or incoming mail); but at that moment it ceased to matter. There was no need for me to know; nothing could touch the rength of my love, my thoughts, and the image of my beloved. Continue reading “”

Excerpt from Frankl’s Man’s Search For Meaning.

A thought transfixed me: for the fir time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth — that love is the ultimate and the highe goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greate secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: Continue reading “”

Name Calling, I Guess

Words taken from Merriam-Webster quiz, on which I did poorly (7/13). Some are most obscure and perhaps will never be used in quotidian talk. Nevertheless, I chose to give them a place here, else I’ll have to pay monthly to use MW’s unabridged dictionary from which many of these words were selected and whose definitions are only available through this feature. That’s a no-no. Green means I got the answer right, be it through familiarity or sheer luck. Continue reading “Name Calling, I Guess”

Entry – Feb 8, 2017

Diary entry: Feb 7, 2017. Sleepy in County.

February 8, 2017
Los Angeles, California

Dear Diary,

One of the perks of being an oncology nurse where I work is that you get to give chemo ‘off-ward’, that is, patients not accomodated on our floor needing treatments will have said treatments administered them, wherever they may be, courtesy of a qualified RN. The task is pretty much straightforward: give the doggone chemo, then sit, — this would encompass active monitoring of the patient and timely charting of findings, by the way — wait, and hope nothing happens during the treatment. Standing is only necessary when taking vital signs. However, if the patient happens to be hooked up to a continuous monitoring apparatus, as the case would be in an ICU setting, being on your two feet becomes optional. Well, maybe not entirely as you still need to leave your chair to take temperatures. Continue reading “Entry – Feb 8, 2017”

Entry – Feb 6, 2017

Diary entry: February 6, 2017. It Rains.

February 6, 2017
Cypress, California

Dear Diary,

It is six in the morning. It is raining. I know that to many, it is not a thing to be desired, not mainly because we had just gone through a small, yet rather potent, storm just over a fortnight ago, but more so because today happens to be Monday. And if Mondays already bear a stain of reproach, — it (and me) wondering why or how — imagine a rainy Monday! Imagine the dread.

Rainy days will always find a harbor in my soul — always. It matters not on which day it chooses to fall. For who can really deny the dulcet symphony it composes as it strums each blade of grass, bows every branch of trees, Continue reading “Entry – Feb 6, 2017”

On Children 101

every act and example is written in the child’s memory tablet. Let your hours with the children be loving, laughing, living hours. Pat them on the head, joke with them, whisper affection, express love to them. Those acts will be remembered in all their years to come, for you are planting everlasting plants that may pass on to hundred generations and make children happy a thousand years from now.

William Crosbie Hunter
Think — A Book For Today
1918

Engineer*

*This entry was originally written over a year ago; the actual date forgotten. This is a revision, but the facts are kept intact.

‘engineer!’

His delight was palpable, infectious. I cannot help but be cheerful to see this Korean nonagenarian in grand admiration of, to his point of view, a work of art. It was merely a peripheral IV1 I inserted on his left forearm which I Continue reading “Engineer*”