Seeds of my Death

I have seen my death.   It has nothing to do with the tumah that once invaded my wondrous melon.   It lies within the plastic confines of a product innocently named Pledge Wipes.  These are dispensed from an orange plastic envelope.  Each wipe resembles a paper towel that is thoroughly saturated in liquid pledge dusting material. 

My wife Amy has lovingly used this product to clean our wooden floors.  I have commented to her prostrate bottom, "I bet they make those on the ends of some type of stick". 

"I know," she smiled, "but I really like scrubbing them like this.  It really gets them shiny."  This loving act unwittingly turned our home into a deathtrap, which I discovered the next time I walked into the back room wearing my socks.  Her cinderelean efforts have produced a surface that makes Teflon feel like a gravel road.   If the space shuttle could achieve this lack of friction, it would require no tiles.   

Should I relax my concentration even an iota below left....right....left....right during my domestic sojourns, Darwin pulls his chair closer and turns up the sound.  Try to picture WJ Coyote in a new pair of Acme roller-skates.

So thank you to anyone who has worried about some rogue cells that tried to get in my way, but my dirt nap will be precipitated by a flurry of arms and legs and the dashing of my noggin upon some piece of furniture. 

In my stationary moments, I feel wonderful.  My seizure average is as low as it has been since immediately after the surgery.  I have mastered the chemo drugs and they no longer challenge me.   

I hope everyone has a great thanksgiving.  I suggest hugging everyone you have dinner with until they ask you to stop- you might not get the chance until next November- and that is just too long.

jobey

Comments

[Kay]

How are you doing? Haven't wrote anything in awhile. Also, my brother may have a brain tumor..wow..first one in my family, he should get a medal or something huh?
Well I hope things are going so good with you right now that you just didn't have time to write anything.