In January, I have a doctor’s appointment with an endocrinologist to unravel the mystery of sleepiness and fatigue and today in the mail, I got a dossier size package of papers I am to fill out, and I am being asked questions I can’t remember the answers to. Did I have chicken pox. How the f… should I know. I was 5? When was my last test for this or that. I’ll have to call my internist and ask his staff to fill me in. I was making notes for a while and then I forgot to continue. So I went into the computer expecting to find a file labeled “Medical” and I can’t. That may have been lost in the recent brouhaha with my hacked and compromised programs. And if anyone cares, my personal directory that contains all documents relating to me and my interests, including my journals of the last 15 years, sadly neglected due to MyBloggers posts, is now a sub-directory in “Google Gadgets”.

I also saw a file labeled “Jocelyn”. Now that happens to be the last name of my gynecologist so I opened it thinking I might learn something. But, instead, it was the beginning of some fiction I started several years ago. It is science fiction. It isn’t bad, but dang (the epithet of choice in SW Florida – apparently I’m going native, guh), I can’t think how to go on. I once read about some writers letting the writing take them places and I was operating on this kind of “empty?” when I started the story but, eventually, doesn’t one have to have a PLOT? I found myself wanting to know what happens next, and who is behind the mystery, etc. And I haven’t a clue.

I am thinking I may post the beginning and ask for suggestions … oh, pathetic .

Here’s a country style song I wrote while traveling with Ed, and sang it to him with a tune I made up as I went and he said “Keep that up, and you ride in the trunk.” That’s togetherness.

I got the up too early
drove too far
got to change my oil blues

my muscles ache
I've smoked too much
I'm eating junk and I've lost touch
I'm off the road
I've missed the track
did I mention
my aching back?


my honey's gone
I've done her wrong/
oh Lord do you hear my song

If you’re listening, ease my pain
cause I got the up too early, drove too far, got to change my oil blues

xx, Teal – like I keep saying, I been here too long