Another Twist of the Trail
"What a bunch of poop!". I seemed to have stepped into a stream of poop. Luckily I was "taking it lightly" from my last post when the completion of the eclipse reboot (as discussed 2 posts back) hit full unfolding. Kind of like a cascade but without the refreshing feeling of the mist and the melodic splashing of falling water. Just the splat on flat rock surfaces mixed with the thrashing of the jagged ones.
I had been wrestling with computer issues and had just completed setting up a new hard drive with all the formating, authorizing, downloading and disk swapping of programs and bookmarks, identities, passwords, business and client data and rescued personal data files. Eager to begin a fresh computing episode of life with my trusty laptop. While I was full of the optimism of a fresh reboot, my computer cared much less and pooped out rather quickly. Troubles started once again as the fan in my laptop failed to cool the CPU which overheated and caused damage to the motherboard which wiped out my hard drive, screen display and DVD player functions. I was having "Laptop Toast", with memories of poor back-up habits for breakfast. Whatever the damage I would have to eat it.
Well now the issues had escalated to the point that I would have to take it in for help and pay for it. That is not really enough to depress me though it was a bit discouraging, when I had hoped to handle it myself. It's not really a cascade, until you add more falls and pools to the stream.
So my good old dependable gas guzzling work horse decided to join in and throw a rear brake shoe which led to new shoes and rotors and a new $500.00 debt. The good part was knowing a good available mechanic and getting the work done quick. The down time spent running errands by bicycle was both invigorating and frightening. Close calls seem so much closer when peddling.
The computer is still being assessed and the truck is back on the job. I am keeping up with the end of summer work load and enjoying the change of seasons bringing relief after a long hot summer. I have a couple more landscape projects come my way through contacts and all of a sudden I am challenged by a bit too much of the hard labor waiting for me. More work and less time than all through the season as it gets chilly in the mornings and dark quickly in the evenings.
{"Well good then, how about a pile of poop to step in?" "Sure, don't mind if I do!" "Let us just see if this equanimity can take another jolt".}
I started out for another day of work, with a plan to deliver a large stone bench top, for a client wishing to give it to his son before passing on. He is ninety four and has waited for me to get around to it for almost two years. It was time.
The red sandstone was heavy and awkward and really a job for two or three men but I knew with the right planning and leverage I could get it done.
I had it loaded on my trailer in no time and stopped by the office to pick up the client. As I ushered Dwight out the back door and around to my truck, it was necessary to stabilize him and guide him on his journey. I warned him about the acorns and twigs making the route treacherous. I heaved behind him to launch him up into the seat of my tall truck and off we went. After a sort drive and pleasant conversation we arrived at the stone's new home.
I backed the trailer up to the spot that I wanted to unload the stone. Trailer on the lawn, the truck straddling the sidewalk.
With sunglasses blocking my downward vision I slipped out of my seat, through the doorway and down much further than expected. Also unexpected was the landing of my lead foot on the edge of the concrete sidewalk. The rest of my body followed as my ankle crumpled into hamburger meat. Dwight, who can just barely see; wondered where my shadow had disappeared to. I managed to fill him in, between gasps of breath and pain, as I repositioned my self on the lawn where I could writhe and cringe in more comfort. Assuring him I would be fine, I got the shoe off and felt around for details. Lots of torn cartilage and ripped tendons but nothing obviousely broken, no external bleeding. Full containment of damages with swelling to melon-size in progress. No time to react, the ankle has just executed a full lateral sprain... experience pain and deal with it!
A few waves of shock and nausea crashed as the adrenalin release kicked in. Now I am invincible, I thought... and decide I must deliver the stone while I am 'strong as bull'. Somehow, with some care to the damaged right ankle, which is now large and purple, I maneuverd the six foot long, 600 pound stone to the right position on the trailer bed and stood it up against an Aspen tree to await final positioning at a later date. I knew I would be laid up for some time after this accident, so I completed my task, high on natural drugs.
I drove Dwight home feeling guilty for making his helplessness so obvious. And him wishing he could have assisted and apologizing for the trouble when I was trying to help him. Assuring him I would heal up in no time, I limped along to help him out of the truck and into his home. Before long I was down the road, settled into my chair with an ice machine pumping ice water around my throbbing foot.
I was confidant from the beginning I would not need a doctor, an MRI, xrays, insurance, forms or an operation to help me recover from this one, though that was the advice I started to receive. Instead, I turned my attention inward and got to work with the intent to heal. Opening and harmonizing Chakras. Imagining many miraculous repairs and procedures just below the skin. I then opened up to the grace of Ultimate Source for the rest of the needed input. Drawing in the life force of Chi with each breath and circulating it internally as needed.
Assessing my condition again, I decide to bypass everyones prognosis of at least needing a couple of weeks to recover and instead, schedule a full recovery in four days.
A moment or two pass in relative peace and the phone rang for me. It was the computer specialist asking if I am sitting down. He was confirming the worst scenario for my unit and apologizing that I should have such an expensive motherboard. The good news was that I didn't have to come pick it up for a while. The parts will be in next week and then I can pay them the $1500 dollars I will owe.
I figure that I am getting off cheap compared to needing medical care. And I'll be up and walking quick instead of after months of therapy and recovery. I was unable to walk or put any weight on it till evening number two. Then I worked the stiffness out of it on day three, reminding my foot how to go about walking again. A balanced approach with love and pampering and frequent foot raising to drain fluids. Then down, on the floor, stretching again, consulting the anatomy diagrams, and loving the damaged cells.
Monday turned into a rare rainy day giving me the fourth day to recover. Just what I needed. By accepting grace, and dreaming my path of recovery, I am up and about and ready to walk slowly to the next change. This is not a poor me story, on the contrary, I'm a lucky guy...
I had been wrestling with computer issues and had just completed setting up a new hard drive with all the formating, authorizing, downloading and disk swapping of programs and bookmarks, identities, passwords, business and client data and rescued personal data files. Eager to begin a fresh computing episode of life with my trusty laptop. While I was full of the optimism of a fresh reboot, my computer cared much less and pooped out rather quickly. Troubles started once again as the fan in my laptop failed to cool the CPU which overheated and caused damage to the motherboard which wiped out my hard drive, screen display and DVD player functions. I was having "Laptop Toast", with memories of poor back-up habits for breakfast. Whatever the damage I would have to eat it.
Well now the issues had escalated to the point that I would have to take it in for help and pay for it. That is not really enough to depress me though it was a bit discouraging, when I had hoped to handle it myself. It's not really a cascade, until you add more falls and pools to the stream.
So my good old dependable gas guzzling work horse decided to join in and throw a rear brake shoe which led to new shoes and rotors and a new $500.00 debt. The good part was knowing a good available mechanic and getting the work done quick. The down time spent running errands by bicycle was both invigorating and frightening. Close calls seem so much closer when peddling.
The computer is still being assessed and the truck is back on the job. I am keeping up with the end of summer work load and enjoying the change of seasons bringing relief after a long hot summer. I have a couple more landscape projects come my way through contacts and all of a sudden I am challenged by a bit too much of the hard labor waiting for me. More work and less time than all through the season as it gets chilly in the mornings and dark quickly in the evenings.
{"Well good then, how about a pile of poop to step in?" "Sure, don't mind if I do!" "Let us just see if this equanimity can take another jolt".}
I started out for another day of work, with a plan to deliver a large stone bench top, for a client wishing to give it to his son before passing on. He is ninety four and has waited for me to get around to it for almost two years. It was time.
The red sandstone was heavy and awkward and really a job for two or three men but I knew with the right planning and leverage I could get it done.
I had it loaded on my trailer in no time and stopped by the office to pick up the client. As I ushered Dwight out the back door and around to my truck, it was necessary to stabilize him and guide him on his journey. I warned him about the acorns and twigs making the route treacherous. I heaved behind him to launch him up into the seat of my tall truck and off we went. After a sort drive and pleasant conversation we arrived at the stone's new home.
I backed the trailer up to the spot that I wanted to unload the stone. Trailer on the lawn, the truck straddling the sidewalk.
With sunglasses blocking my downward vision I slipped out of my seat, through the doorway and down much further than expected. Also unexpected was the landing of my lead foot on the edge of the concrete sidewalk. The rest of my body followed as my ankle crumpled into hamburger meat. Dwight, who can just barely see; wondered where my shadow had disappeared to. I managed to fill him in, between gasps of breath and pain, as I repositioned my self on the lawn where I could writhe and cringe in more comfort. Assuring him I would be fine, I got the shoe off and felt around for details. Lots of torn cartilage and ripped tendons but nothing obviousely broken, no external bleeding. Full containment of damages with swelling to melon-size in progress. No time to react, the ankle has just executed a full lateral sprain... experience pain and deal with it!
A few waves of shock and nausea crashed as the adrenalin release kicked in. Now I am invincible, I thought... and decide I must deliver the stone while I am 'strong as bull'. Somehow, with some care to the damaged right ankle, which is now large and purple, I maneuverd the six foot long, 600 pound stone to the right position on the trailer bed and stood it up against an Aspen tree to await final positioning at a later date. I knew I would be laid up for some time after this accident, so I completed my task, high on natural drugs.
I drove Dwight home feeling guilty for making his helplessness so obvious. And him wishing he could have assisted and apologizing for the trouble when I was trying to help him. Assuring him I would heal up in no time, I limped along to help him out of the truck and into his home. Before long I was down the road, settled into my chair with an ice machine pumping ice water around my throbbing foot.
I was confidant from the beginning I would not need a doctor, an MRI, xrays, insurance, forms or an operation to help me recover from this one, though that was the advice I started to receive. Instead, I turned my attention inward and got to work with the intent to heal. Opening and harmonizing Chakras. Imagining many miraculous repairs and procedures just below the skin. I then opened up to the grace of Ultimate Source for the rest of the needed input. Drawing in the life force of Chi with each breath and circulating it internally as needed.
Assessing my condition again, I decide to bypass everyones prognosis of at least needing a couple of weeks to recover and instead, schedule a full recovery in four days.
A moment or two pass in relative peace and the phone rang for me. It was the computer specialist asking if I am sitting down. He was confirming the worst scenario for my unit and apologizing that I should have such an expensive motherboard. The good news was that I didn't have to come pick it up for a while. The parts will be in next week and then I can pay them the $1500 dollars I will owe.
I figure that I am getting off cheap compared to needing medical care. And I'll be up and walking quick instead of after months of therapy and recovery. I was unable to walk or put any weight on it till evening number two. Then I worked the stiffness out of it on day three, reminding my foot how to go about walking again. A balanced approach with love and pampering and frequent foot raising to drain fluids. Then down, on the floor, stretching again, consulting the anatomy diagrams, and loving the damaged cells.
Monday turned into a rare rainy day giving me the fourth day to recover. Just what I needed. By accepting grace, and dreaming my path of recovery, I am up and about and ready to walk slowly to the next change. This is not a poor me story, on the contrary, I'm a lucky guy...
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