Sunday, July 23, 2006

DAD AND UNCLE DICK


So sorry,whatheheh, I haven't been keeping up. I spent a few days at my sister's place, recuperating and she has a telephone provider, not friendly to posting. And while your lucid responses to my posts should be reason enough to carry on, I do wish we had more company. The apparent loss of Marks O and Jackie O distress me and my muse is definitly on the wan. Do not give up on me completely, I may have a comeback in me. My arm is mending but probably will never be the same. Tendons at my age can be stubborn to rehab. Sigh. Lacking inspiration I give you my portrait of my Dad ( Left) and his brother Dick, two fine up from the dirt democrats who helped shape me. My father also carried scars from manual labor, but perhaps bore them better than I....

10 Comments:

Blogger WeCanFixThisMess said...

There you are!

Inspiration always comes from places you never expect. I know yours will be back. Good always comes out of bad, my friend. You just take good care and heal up.

And keep the faith about those tendons. You have enough piss and vinegar in you to overcome some generic medical expectation.

As for us folks not being around-- we all get busy with life and cycle in and out of the blogs- I'm sure Jackie and Marks will find there way back. Just keep doing it for yourself and others will respond.

You guys know I'm a writer but I was a union theatre actor for many years. While doing a show we would occasionally get absolutely no response from an audience-- therefor we'd assume that they hated the show. Well, then they'd come back after and say how much they truly loved it. Sometimes you get a thinking/smiling crowd rather than a laughing crowd. Blogs seem the same-- sometimes people are just reading and enjoying and not feeling the need to chime in. That doesn't mean we aren't out here or don't enjoy what is happening. Just keep doing it for yourself and your passion and trust that we are getting it. Because we are.

11:33 PM  
Anonymous WhattheH said...

Ahhh, big sigh of relief. Fixit is right on the money. I read a few blogs every time I'm online, but your's and Kid's are the only ones I comment on every post.
I can relate to the lack of muse. I would never give up on you, but was concerned and so sad to think you wouldn't come back. You don't need to write about the Spanish war every time. Write about whatever moves you. Just write. I'm addicted.
Sisters - aren't they the greatest. My three have kept me on the straight and narrow for years, and are always there - all I need to do is call, and they are here with me, even though they live hundreds of miles away. Your sis must be a real peach, so cherish her.
Your passion will return, and I'll still be here.
Amazing the likeness between your Dad and Uncle - which one do you ressemble more, or do you take after your Mum?
My oldest sister had a picture taken of us twenty five years ago, and continued doing so at every major occassion - weddings of nephews etc. Then she prepared a framed groups of three photos, taken 25, 15 and 10 years ago, and gave them to us for Christmas. It hangs on my wall, with the other pictures of my parents and grandparents. What a hoot. It's amazing how we change as we grow older, and genetics always win out - when we were young, no resemblance - now, we all look alike - except for the height, but with age, that difference is being reduced - they aren't gaining, I'm losing.
I'm glad to hear you are mending. Always think positively - I know that's hilarious coming from me, but I really mean that. I enjoy the company of friends, but not in the black hole of despair. That's mine, all mine, and I do not want to share. See I am slowly getting better, I can laugh a bit about it now. You will too.

2:28 AM  
Blogger KidKawartha said...

durrati-

Back In The Saddle by Aerosmith
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again

Ridin' into town alone
By the light of the moon

I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back

I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm riding, I'm loading up my pistol
I'm riding, I'm shining up my saddle

I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back

Ridin' high
Ridin' high
Ridin' high already

I know it's a bit of a rough song (I deleted all the raunch lyrics), but it was always one of my favorite Aerosmith tunes. I love the wailing, grinding guitar and Tyler's voice on the verge of cracking.
Do your own thing, brother, and do what you feel is right. We'll be here no matter what.
Welcome back.

5:05 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

Thank you my friends,

I have been a bit down, as you might imagine, but have tried to keep my chin up. Today at work a co-worker put on a Country&Western CD and I told him that his choice had me contemplating opening another artery :) ...
after such rousing support I must of course rededicate myself to my blog, there are many more stories to be told, and where else can I find such boon support? Look for a resurgence in the next couple of weeks.... you guys deserve it...

6:40 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

sorry,what,

to answer your question I look more like my dad,though not so rotund and thank the gods my brother inherited his nose.my sister and i got his best feature, his prodicious forehead....

5:10 AM  
Anonymous WhattheH said...

Genetics always win out. A prodigious forhead is supposed to be a sign of intelligence. Take the compliment and run with it. Nice to see you back in the saddle again.

10:08 PM  
Blogger KidKawartha said...

Speaking of commenting, 4, I repeat, 4, new posts up at my place. durrati, that includes you. double ;)

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