220/365

Had some excitement near the house yesterday morning, sometime before 4. I heard sirens, then a thump near my bedroom window. When I left for work, a few hours later, I checked that side of the house and found this glove.

Theory: someone jumped my fence and left a glove behind.

What I presume were police vehicles were in front of my house for 15-30 minutes. Following that, helicopters with search lights swung through the neighborhood. I began to hear a constant rumble around 5, which I assumed was from the helicopters. When I got up to check, however, it turned out to be a tow truck, which seemed to be outside the neighbor's house (to the west of me).

Again, I checked yesterday morning, and found a twin set of tracks similar to the one featured below.

As I was studying the track, I noticed the damage to my neighbor's garage.

I don't recall hearing a crash, but the vehicle must have hit the garage pretty hard.

I did call the police regarding the glove. The responding officer didn't elaborate on what happened, but very kindly explained the glove wasn't likely to lead to hard evidence such as DNA. He collected it anyway.

I actually watched the local news for the first time in ten years, hoping there'd be a story on the incident. Sadly, no. I'll keep checking, and if I find anything, I'll up-date this entry.

218/365

I suppose there's something about 3:30 in the morning. I believe it was F. Scott Fitzgerald who said that 4 o'clock in the morning was the loneliest time. Almost every morning for the past two weeks, Miss Julian, feline supreme, has jumped in the bed within a few minutes of 3:30.

And I do mean jump. Four little paws landing around one's tummy tends to make an impression. Especially when your bladder is moderately full. And those four little paws walk back and forth for several minutes, concentrating on the area between my chest and my pelvis.

Almost out of habit, I start petting her. I have learned that she will stop pacing if I pet her gently. She will, within a few minutes, settle down – normally with her head about the middle of my chest, and her fanny in the vacinity of my belly button.

I'd rather not have those four paws pad around my bladder. But it is pleasant to have a purring cat keeping you company. It's actually quite relaxing; although I don't normally fall back into anything like a deep sleep.

Yesterday (Sunday) morning, for example, I simply could not get back to sleep. My tradition, on Sunday mornings, is to set my iSound alarm clock to play "Speaking of Faith" on my iPod at 5:30 a.m. But I was full-on awake, still, around 4:30; so, I went ahead and played the latest episode.

Here's my theory: I'm probably at a light point of my sleep cycle at that hour, and Julia probably perceives me as being available. Plus, petting her probably reinforces the behavior.

I did learn a bit of charming trivia. Some time, about a week ago, Julian settled on my shoulders; her torso from haunch to haunch is exactly as long as my shoulders are wide.

207/365 - Anglican Rosary

This is an Anglican Rosary, with a Celtic Cross. It was given to me by a friend. I thought this friend was mad with me. So, it surprised me when the friend offered it to me.

All the beads are polished stone. The cross appears to be silver.

The Anglican Rosary, unlike the Rosary used in the Roman Catholic tradition, does not have a prescribed set of prayers to say. There are a number of suggested ways to pray the Anglican Rosary, but there is no one "right" way.

I think of it as a "do-it-yourself" rosary prayer.

There are three large beads (called gauds) within the circle that are typically used for the three spiritual virtues (faith, hope, and love). Sometimes they are used to the sacraments.

Between each gaud is a set of seven smaller beads. Again, you may use any prayer you like on these beads. You could pray the Hail Mary. You could pray the Our Father. You could pray "Om Mani Padme Om". You could pray for the well-being of all creatures, especially those you are in conflict with.

My friend gave me these beads because he remembered I once led a program on the Roman Catholic Rosary. I thought he was mad with me, but maybe he never was. Or maybe he's forgiven me by now.

I avoid conflict, so I never asked him directly. I know he was hurt, and I know I did not intentionally inflict the hurt. But, with hindsight, I recognize that I might have felt hurt if I had been in his place. By e-mail, I asked for a visit; but I was never brave enough to ask face-to-face.

To be honest, I was upset with him as well. The whole story is complicated and muddy. It's not worth detailing. Besides, I'm trying my best to protect my friend's identity.

Though he never asked - and he probably never knew I was upset - I did forgive him. As I say, with hindsight I could understand what might have motivated him.

Let us say we both did the best we could with the information and skills we had.

My friend doesn't know it, but just the offer of this rosary felt like a shadow had been lifted. I truly was sad, soul sad, that I had hurt this friend.

Maybe my friend didn't mean this as a token of his forgiveness. It could mean many other things. But that is how I will hold it.

And I will pray that his life be blessed. That wholeness fill his body like a clear rushing stream. That all worries will be lifted. That his life be blessed. I will pray that we forgive, as we are forgiven.

198/365

My first physical therapy session was yesterday. There was an endless amount of paperwork to complete, at least eight pages worth, which included a page where I indicated whether I wanted to see a social worker.

The physical therapist's name was Mark. He recorded a history of my accident and pain. Right now, what I categorize my physical sensation as “constant discomfort”, rather than pain. There is occasion pain, associated with different activities – such as playing the guitar fretboard close to the box, or driving for long periods. As I mentioned, I'm sure that if I had to type all day, that would begin to hurt as well.

He gave me a sonic massage. I could actually hear the hum, now and again, in my right ear. As I type this, my muscles actually ache a little more than they did before the massage.

196-197

I had what is, for me, an unusally busy weekend.

Friday night, I went to a poetry reading. It's probably been a year since I last went to a poetry reading. This was a reading of the Woody Guthrie Poets. I was one of about 30 people who read. I sang "Unfaithfully Yours" and read "I Am Not I". They were well received.

From 7:30 Saturday morning until 17:00 Saturday evening, I was Chief Proctor for an exam. Ten hours of watching 46 people take an exam is not scintillating entertainment, but I was getting well-paid for it. The extra money will definitely come in handy.

From there, I drove to Okemah to meet a few of my Woody Guthrie Poet friends - Carol and George, in particular. We met at the Grape Ranch, which is about ten miles south of Okemah. We listened to the Farm Couple, a excellent local husband and wife singing/performing team. George and I played bocce ball (sort of an Italian cross between shuffle-board and bowling).

Sunday morning, I read the second lesson at church. I also provided the music (and slight direction) for a presentation after church. I went home, took a nap, then went back to church for an evening program.

There you have it, a whirlwind tour of my weekend.

185/365

Some of you may wonder why I haven't posted any pictures in over a week. I have taken a lot of pictures, as the "official" photographer for my church. I estimate I've taken almost 300 pictures over the past four weeks.

I feel somewhat limited in which of these pictures I can share.

Many of them are of crowds of people - not very artful, but significant to the occasions I was recording. I doubt this type of picture would be of interest outside my state.

I guess I shouldn't really put the word "official" in quotes; I'm getting paid for my work. Technically, this means I'm a professional. Whether the pics are professional quality are another question entirely.

I will share some of these pictures which I think will be of broad interest.

184/365

I recognize some people may be wondering about the aftermath of the minor fender-bender I described in my previous post. I realize I’m far behind on my daily entries (a goal I had set for myself).

First things first: aside from residual tense muscles, I am fine. The doctor examined me Tuesday morning, and did not find anything broken. Given the situation, I doubted that I had sustained serious injury; I doubt the yellow cab could have been driving more than 5 miles per hour. I went to see the doctor as a precaution.

She did order x-rays, and said she would call if she found anything serious in them. She has not called, and I’m taking that as good news.

As for the car, the only visible damage is some scratched paint on the rear bumper. A friend at work recommended a collision shop, and I took the car to them on Friday. They did not do as thorough an inspection of the car as I expected – the rep said they’d have to actually be commissioned for the work to do that. I did get sticker shock when I saw the estimate on retouching the bumper – almost $500.

The yellow cab driver had asked I get an estimate on the damage prior to reporting it to insurance. His job might be on the line. He said he’d pay it if he could afford it; otherwise, we’d turn it over to the yellow cab company’s insurance company.

So I called him, and explained the estimate was for the visible damage only. I repeated what the rep had said: it seemed unlikely there was more damage, considering the low speed involved, but there was no guarantee. I think the yellow cab driver was as shocked by the $500 estimate as I was; what he said he didn’t want to risk it costing more than that. So, we’re turning it over to his insurance company.

Now, I admit I should have taken the car in on Monday or Tuesday of last week. Thing is, Monday I was waiting for the clinic to call to set up an appointment. I could have gone Tuesday afternoon, but I got consumed by inertia. Or maybe just by the headache.

I failed to mention the doctor prescribed Flexeril – a muscle relaxant – for the muscle tension. I’m sensitive to downers, so I’ve only been taking them in the evening. The doctor also suggested that I relax, or take it easy. So I took off Thursday and Friday, and sat around like an inert lump of flesh.

I did not take a Flexeril last night, as I need to chair a meeting at church this morning. As this entry may suggest, my energy has returned. Who knew I would be so susceptible to downers?

Anyway, I do have some tension in my left shoulder – echo of a car wreck back in the ’80s. Otherwise, I feel OK.

183/365

I was rear-ended on Saturday, June 30. Everything else related to the day was colored by this.

I had just gone to see "Disturbia" at the discount ($1.25) theater. It was a little after 7 pm. I was driving west, in the left lane, mentally aiming for the highway exit.

I hadn't seen a speed limit sign, so I was driving 35 mph - which seemed a safe rate to maintain until I did see a sign. A pizza delivery person passed me just before the stoplight. A yellow cab station wagon was immediately behind me.

By the time the pizza delivery person had passed me, the light had turned red. Our three cars waited. I had allowed a little over a yard between myself and the pizza person. I didn't really notice how far back the yellow cab was.

The light turned green. Oddly enough, the pizza person didn't blaze out from the starting gate. But someone else was ready to go.

Yellow cab driver. Although he did not hit my car hard enough to push forward any discernible distance, he did hit my car with enough force to make my head bounce on the head rest once.

Not surprisingly, I uttered the immortal phrase, "What the
F----?"

I had enjoyed the movie. I recommend it. I'm not sure seeing the movie was worth getting rear-ended.

I've had a headache, a constant dull headache, ever since. I see the doctor in the morning.