Michael Allyn Wells

Saturday, June 05, 2010

Counting

What's going on
in his miniature mind
another day of rehab
by 10 pm he is as worn
as any of us

His eyes will acknowledge me
but they'd rather close
in fact were part way there
but grew bigger on my account

His front right leg is jittery
a nervousness pent up
in legs that have done little
since a brute attack

We hear estimates
two weeks - a month
he sighs and I do as well
it seems long
longer if counting
in dog years

Michael A. Wells © 2010 - All Rights Reserved

Saturday Morning - through a dog's ear

This morning I made a Diet Coke run to Quick Trip and then drove own down the way to a little lake area close by and shot a couple pictures just because the spirit moved me to do so. ( the phote left is one)

Back home, as I do his blog post, Klaus is near by - his recovery is coming along though slowly. We put on a CD of classical music (through a Dog's Ear) which he seems to be enjoying and and is kinda of funny because no one else in the household (people wise) likes the music except me. I'm not certain what that says about them or me but we'll leave it at that.

Some work to do now- but I do have writing on my radar for today as well.

Through a Dog's Ear: Music to Calm Your Canine Companion [With 26-Page Booklet] [THROUGH A DOGS EAR D]

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Gone

I saw this AP photo on Suzanne Frischkorn's blog and was struck by the simplicity of the message about what has become quite likely the greatest ecological disaster in our history.

Sadly there is nothing simple about stopping the gulf spill. It continues to spew oil into the gulf creating a growing ecological dead zone. If the spill were stopped today (which won't happen) the damage to the coastal areas are already beyond the imaginable. No one knows when this will end and this is precisely because we have no fail safe remedy. The oil industry is unable to manage their own disaster. Government agencies charged with regulating the industry for decades have been beholden to the industry. This should come as no surprise. And all this time, there are people in this country who have argued in favor of more aggressive offshore drilling. Not only stated their case for it, but held rallies carrying signs and chanting, "drill baby drill." What do these people have to say now? Perhaps they can put into words their justification in such a way that people along the coast that make their living off the region can understand. This is not going to be like a bad growing season to a farmer. This is not a year of drought. This is destruction. This is uncharted waters and indeterminable death to an ecosystem. Sometimes man sees himself separate from the ecosystem and thinks he is without repercussions. I'm not sure which is the greater ill, short sightedness or greed. They both seem to be are Achilles heel.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Confession Tuesday - Miracle Edition

It’s Tuesday though it really doesn’t feel like it to me so before it turns Wednesday already, let go the Confessional.

Dear reader…

I confess that for the first time in I don’t know, like almost forever I did not watch the Indy 500 this weekend. I love the Indy 500. I don’t care for NASCAR racing but I love the open wheel Indy cars. So how did this happen? I was pretty much overcome by an incident this weekend. I didn’t intentionally not watch it, it just completely fell off my radar till after it was over.

What was a horrific injury to one of our dogs that left him injured and unable to move his legs left a cloud over the entire household. He spent the weekend and right up till this morning in an animal hospital. The fear and I would add assumption was that he suffered a spinal cord injury. Diagnostics and treatment of such would be enormously costly and with guarded prognosis. This morning he came off the intense steroid treatment and pain killer IV and was transferred to a neurologist.

I confess that this weekend I pretty much lived on prayers that somehow there was a bit of hope for Klaus.

Around 10:30 this morning the news came that the neurologist felt he did not have a spinal cord injury but that he would make a recovery. Even two ribs that the animal hospital believed were broken did not appear to him to be broken. He has sent Klaus home to us with instructions for him to be allowed to move as much as he wants and if after two weeks he is not up and walking – he will talk with us about physical therapy.

I confess that I do believe in miracles.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Journal Bits

I’d like to say that this has been a relaxing and enjoyable three day weekend, but it hasn't. I will spare the details but it has been very depressing and difficult to function for very long with succumbing to the sadness.

I am however going to do a few journal bits form the past, since I’ve neglected to do this for a while.

MAY 26 – If my mind were a box, what would the corners be like? What would be in the corners? I think my mind might be a bit like my desk at work. I see the corners as a place things might gravitate to. Important things that are looking for a place to be found
MAY 28 – How do you go about claiming a gut level feeling or experience that is clumsy in translation?
MAY 30 - “… it has been hard to write-“
MAY 30 - frailty of trust's small black eyes / cut to the heart of the matter
MAY 30 – J. D. McClatchy from The Poets Notebook Pg 155 “On the overemphasis of clarity in writing: A. J. Liebling said the only way to make clear pea soup is to leave out the peas.”

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