Well, that sucked.
Visited the Medical Center today, but luckily not the Emergency Room. I got off with a visit to my personal doctor.
I’m a mother hen. I like to take care of things, so that others do not have to think about them. Like this one – The car battery has not been holding a charge despite a new battery – damned jalopy – so I thought I would charge it up from the RV inverter. Move the car a bit, connect the jumpers. Good plan. It was seriously snowing. Yep – slippery mud. I pushed the car a bit, and slipped hard. I landed my forehead on the Jeep-nameplate thing. Bloody. Gross. Hole in my head. (We’ll let the description go at that.) Rather than stitches (which were a possibility), Doc decided on that goo that strengthens around the area of the wound, and those strips to hold it shut.
Helluva day. Helluva few weeks. Spent, I came home and noticed that the next book on deck was Chop Wood, Carry Water. Besides the Zen book, I’ve been listening to a lot of meditative music lately. I’ve been chatting with a new friend that has similar interests. Getting back into it really, from experiences years ago. Add to all this the fact that for a few months, I’ve seriously been contemplating recording an album. I think I have something to add to the piano/strings/nature sounds arena. (Stop laughing.)
So, you know. I gotta be me. I guess I have a few Zen-type books to finish and a record to start. Perhaps we have a new addition to the blog topics. I hope you don’t mind if I get a little Zen and the Art of Hillbilly Living now and then. Maybe I’ll put up a quote I like every so often. It’ll be good for me.
I figure that when your feet are repeatedly pointed in a particular direction, it’s good to just start walking.