Nature Songs ~~~~
JANUARY, 2000, continued
January 6,2000 - Checking e-mail last evening, it was of interest to me that this would be the day that one of my friends would send me a essay about, "Help! Someone's Stolen My Thighs!" In essences, it ponders the sudden realization that the body has been invaded by the pull of gravity over the years, but suddenly seeing the changes brought on, there is the thought that perhaps the parts have been stolen to be used in surgical makeovers of others and their worn-out parts are now being seen in place of your own.
ZINC ACETATE, a dietary supplement with extra herbs of Echinacea, Slippery Elm Bark, Goldenseal and Bee Propolis Extract has some kind of System boosting affect on me and this whatever it is that I happened to acquire around Christmas. I can definitely feel the difference since I bought some at the drugstore last evening and began sucking on the drops. There is a remarkable difference in how I feel and I am hardly coughing at all. There is that onset of Fibro attacking me now; sapping my energy, but it is an entirely different type of feeling from that of other things. My energy level is nil. Something has zapped away the strength and endurance leaving the overall pain, but it is a different pain from flu, arthritis or anything else. Guess when the immune system is messed up it has to run its own course and wants no direction from the rest of the body. It is amok with its own ideas of survival - or punishment?
I got my first digital pictures viewed. This is going to be a lot of fun, but there is much for me to learn about all of the things that can be done. Out of over twenty pictures I discarded over half of them. Here is my very first digital picture:
It was only proper that I take the very first picture with my present from Cotton of the present she gave me last Christmas. (Tree, if you look closely, there is my big toe on my right foot! Some day I may get brave and share more of a resemblance of me.) Since the recliner was moved to the new den and I am sitting in it, Oreo believes that he is supposed to jump up on my lap each and every time I sit in it. There must have been a recliner in his other life in New Jersey
As a reminder of the last century and all the trips we have been making up and down the mountain as crews work to turn the highway into a four-lane work of wonder, here is work at the very base of the long climb up the mountain. There once was a side of the mountain here. The road was closed and detoured through Wilkesboro as the granite was blasted and removed.
As the roadwork continues, a hidden waterfall not too far away is slowly being sapped of its life. Time was when it was robust and frolicking with much water and beauty. It was a very dangerous place because of its height and all the slippery wet rocks. Many over the years have been injured or killed because they were foolhardy and over confident in their skills of climbing and exploring its hidden secrets. Now, in the new millennium it is on its way to extinction. Those of this new era will never know the beauty and joys we once had here so close to civilization and yet hidden away in its special nook. What is left of it is marred by the ugly paint work of pranksters leaving their "mark of glory" behind. I have pictures somewhere of better days.
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©2000 by Stormy Jeanne
