I Got In Such A Jolly Mood That I’ve Decided To Resurrect A Mix I’d Abandoned.

Battling nausea at every turn

Someone asked me -- or maybe I posed the question myself -- which is worse: nausea or a migraine? Well, I’ve had both, sometimes at the same time, and after thinking about it awhile (and trying to eat a few times, only to throw it up), I’d say that it must be a rhetorical question, because dark thoughts like that lead you down a path away from recovery. Look at the brightness ahead, not the darkness left behind.

Psalm 19-1-4

It’s hard to keep up with yesterday

But I’ll be glad to get home to the Florida sunshine.

New link TK

Having trouble with uploads this morning. I’ll try again this evening. In the meantime, you can stream some of my older mixes or, better yet, buy some tracks at an online digital music store or have something shipped to your house!

My cat Libby on my parents’ dining room table. 

Cycles

For me, the pains associated with cancer come in cycles. I’ll feel good for a few days, and then I’ll crash on the weekend. It’s a nice metaphorical picture, but throwing up first thing in the morning feels like a never-ending journey. I heard a nurse talking about which was worse: nausea or pain. I’d say it’s a tie; one brings the other.

Mary the Dawn, Christ the Perfect Day; Mary the Gate, Christ the Heav’nly Way! Mary the Root, Christ the Mystic Vine; Mary the Grape, Christ the Sacred Wine! Mary the Wheat-sheaf, Christ the Living Bread; Mary the Rose-Tree, Christ the Rose Blood-red! Mary the Font, Christ the Cleansing Flood; Mary the Chalice, Christ the Saving Blood! Mary the Temple, Christ the Temple’s Lord; Mary the Shrine, Christ the God adored! Mary the Beacon, Christ the Haven’s Rest; Mary the Mirror, Christ the Vision Blest! Mary the Mother, Christ the Mother’s Son. Both ever blest while endless ages run.

“Mary the Dawn” by Father Justin Mulcahy C.F.

Art: Detail, Peter Paul Rubens and Jan Brueghel the Elder,  Madonna and Child Encircled by a Garland of Flowers

Catch-22s

One thing I don’t like about our overly sensitive society is the limitation of free speech to preserve a Victorian-esque sensibility. The alternative, as we have seen, is not one to emulate, but trying to redirect a bull is like playing that game at those arcades where you had this big bean-bag hammer that you’d use to pop these groundhogs as they popped up everywhere. You’d get a ticket every time you successfully caught one, but then they’d start going so fast you just get all flustered and curse the damn thing.

RIP

Cat buzz words

There are certain words that drive my cat mad. One such word is “transition.” Another is “lizard,” which can make my cat chirp if she gets interested enough. Her favorite thing, however, seems to be listening to financial news. Her ears perk up every time they have a live guest.