rel at The St. James Hotel, Cimarron, NM.

I was called in @ 0238 by Dr. B to administer an anesthetic to an 86 year old lady with a volvulous of her colon. He wanted to try to rectify the problem by doing a colonoscopy rather than open her abdomen. Of course, if the colonoscopy didn't work we would have to proceed with the laparotomy. The colonoscopy was successful!!! However it was 0400 by the time all was finished, not really enough time to return to bed. So I decided to utilize the office computer to catch up with the goings on with my blog friends, and make a post.

My day should be finished early (I do hope so) which will afford me the opportunity to start moving out of camp and back to the homestead.
Every year we vow to take less "things" to camp, and yet, by the end of the season we seem to have brought an excessive amount of "stuff" which now has to be returned home in one fell swoop rather than in the piece-meal fashion in which it was transported to the summer residence. Yikes! what a long sentence. that's me: either verbose or succinct, rarely in between.

A post from Flossy says she has run out of interesting things to say, and will probably be posting less in the future. Cripes, I feel that very little of what I write is of much interest to anyone... including me. I do it anyway, just to practice writing, and to make contact with people of a kindred spirit on a variety of subjects.
It's fun to make contact with folks you'll probably never meet, and to share a commonality and to reassure ourselves that in fact people the world over aren't all that different when you get right down to it. On the other hand it also provides us with an opportunity to see other view points. There are some very talented writers out there who I delight in reading.

Blogging is a way to relax (even in a rant,) feel calm and even distracted for a time. Putting thoughts down in print helps me to focus better on some things.

Who knows, maybe someday, when we return to Paris, we'll actually get to meet Paris Parfait and her husband and we can have a cafe, a croissant, stimulating conversation, and a stroll through some antique shops. One never knows does one? ;-)

For poetry Thursday: A poem be Robert Frost that expresses me.

A Time to Talk
by Robert Lee Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.