I took this yesterday. For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: drama.
sunrise
I took this yesterday. For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: drama.
I am thinking of you
my love my valentine
on valentine’s day
at two in the morning
two to too
much to bear
I want to be a tiger
not an ox
disabled
but still strong
I settle into the traces
again
the load is placed
I look at my path
gather my strength
turn on my oxygen
and pull
no one expects
an ox on oxygen
to be able to pull
you don’t either
why do you think
so little of me
why do you scorn
what I do
when you return
you find
traces of the wagon wheels
on the ground
but once I am on the road
you can’t follow
you can’t find me
any more
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt slender, as in slender hope.
The photograph is neither an ox nor a tiger, but a sea lion, off of Marrowstone Island, Washington.
Dolly the Dinosaur shows evidence of a respiratory infection: aka a “cold”. And a chronic cold. She died at age 15, about half way through her lifespan. I suspect a little guesswork there. Do old dinosaurs turn grey?
There are dinosaur bone changes in Dolly from chronic infection. The scientist posted photographs on the internet and other bone experts said, that is infection. That is evidence of respiratory infection. “A lot of the times when any disease or trauma is found in a dinosaur skeleton, it’s often in limb bones where you expect it to happen,” Dr Poropat said. “Seeing it where the air sacs penetrate the vertebrae in a sauropod is quite unusual.” Also, she didn’t die of volcanic ash: “Inhalation of volcanic ash can cause a disease similar to mesothelioma.” Who knew? I haven’t kept up on my dinosaur medicine. The pattern of lesions also didn’t fit with lung cancer. Instead, Dr Woodruff and his colleagues think bacterial or fungal infections such as chlamydiosis and aspergillosis are prime suspects. These respiratory infections are common in birds today. “We don’t know for sure if the infection was bad enough to ultimately do Dolly in.”
Dolly, with her long neck, had neck arthritis from a chronic cold. She thought it was allergies.
Coronoviruses are colds. We are have a pandemic of a really really nasty killer cold and a cold that is doing long term damage in way too many people. That seems hugely ironic to me. I thought it would be influenza. After flu nearly killed me in 2003 I read about it and have enormous respect for it. And influenza is endemic and is always circling the world, in the colder regions.
My ideas about allergies and asthma are changing. We define asthma by whether people respond to albuterol. I do not respond to albuterol so I do not have asthma. However, I respond to other adrenaline like molecules: coffee caffeine and terbutaline. So do I have an asthma like illness? My allergy testing in 2014 was resoundingly negative. I tested for celiac in 2020, because I just did not feel well. Negative. I have not retested yet, but even if that antibody testing is negative, it was gluten that flared up diverticulitis in me. The thing is, there could be other antibodies. Loads of them. We all make different ones.
I am thinking about tubulin. Tubulin powers our muscles and cilia and flagella. It is mitochondrial. We inherit mitochondria from the mother only: it is in the egg but not the sperm. Mitochondria is matrolineal. My son and daughter both have my mitochondria. I have a photograph of my maternal grandmother’s mother. Her expression is amazingly like my daughter’s expression when she is thinking. My daughter has my poor spelling skills, my attitude towards work, and her father’s muscular endurance. During college, her father’s goal was five sports a day. In high school my daughter said that she “just didn’t feel good” when the pool was closed. She was used to swimming 3-5 miles a day and lifting weights. Her father can get on a bicycle and ride at the speed of talking all day. He also has pioneered “jog golfing” in his area. When the golf course is empty in the winter, he plays golf and jogs from one hole to the next with his bag. Yes, he is nuts, I agree. I am jealous of that endurance.
The inheritance of antibodies would be from both parents, because they are made by the white blood cells. Do parents and children make the same antibodies or are they entirely different? I do not know that. I took an immunology course when I worked at NIH in the 1980s. I also had some immunology in medical school, but not nearly to the level that I am interested in now. I think I am hunting for a really good immunology course. And maybe more information about dinosaur medicine.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: thread. This post follows the thread of my thoughts this morning
Bun gets cat hugs and I do too. Warm and purring.
Today is my father’s birthday. He died in 2013. I am missing him this morning. I would like a hug, even if it smelled of unfiltered Camel cigarettes. Hugs to all.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: hug.
Today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt is chunk.
One of the family jokes leaps into my mind first: How much wood would a woodchunk chunk if a woodchunk could chunk wood?
I know, it’s just rong, rong, terrible rong, but wordplay was a part of life.

I put up the picture of my friends canoeing under simple pleasures.
Yet it isn’t that simple, right?
We have to get to the lake. My friends live in Virginia, I live in Washington State. I fly to Sault St Marie, US and they fly to Sault St Marie, Canada. I take a taxi across the border and meet them with their rental car. We drive to the Lake, after stopping for supplies. The motor boat is ready for us. There is no road to the cabin, we go by boat.
The canoe is a Penn Yan that belongs to my family. I don’t know how old it is. It is treasured and cared for carefully.
The family needs life jackets, paddles and instructions on getting in and out of the canoe. One friend is a very experienced kayaker, so he doesn’t need help. The other two are less experienced. Sun hats are found and put on.
We are not going that far. I will be in a second canoe, a very tippy small one. We have lunch with us and water.
Not so simple after all, but definitely pleasurable.
https://woodencanoemuseum.org/builder-history/penn-yan-boat-company
I took this at Lake Matinenda, Ontario, in 2014.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: simple pleasures.
Do the ghosts wander the museum at night, wondering?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: perplexed.
you are so beautiful
I love you so much
and I see you
so clearly
I look at you
I wish
you could see me
you see the darkness
the bear
you carry with you
and project
on me
you hold the bear
at a distance
you see it
all the time
in other people
when the bear comes
I hold open my arms
and welcome it
and I don’t yell
the bear roars
with dripping teeth
tries to terrify me
and I reach for it
me too
I say
come meet
my monsters
all my monsters
anger fear grief
shame
come out
the bear
stares at them
they hold out
their arms
the bear bows
his head
and we surround him
and welcome him
and love him
the bear cries
because you don’t love him
the bear cries
and cries and cries
we hold the bear
and cuddle him
and feed him
and try to warm him
and do the best we can
but we are not you
you come towards me
seeing the bear
fortified by my monsters
you attack
and my monsters hide
and hide your bear
and you stand
sword ready
to split us apart
confused
where is the bear?
you are sure
you see a bear
but it is gone
and I am a little girl
the naked sword is raised
the gun is loaded
you and weapons ready
no bear
you lower the gun
the sword
and make excuses
and leave
and the bear
hugs us all
thanks us
as you leave
the bear walks faster
nearly a shambling run
and dissolves into you
we wave
my monsters and I
we wave goodbye again
send love
to you and your bear
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: myopic.
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