Half past nine. Rains still on. My Father's temp. is back up after falling away for most of the evening (and slowly descending for most of the day). A friend of ours who is an MD (and everyone we have spoken to) says that this to be expected, and not to worry. I haven't given away any of the details of where this infection came from, but it doesn't really matter (and my Father wouldn't like me to share anyway) but I think come tomorrow morning that we will all be slightly sleepless but, (hopefully) coming along and heading toward some better days. It's really hard to see my dad in so much pain, and worry. He's on the road to the mend, and as the surgery and cancer goes, it's looking nothing but good. He's got an infection and a cough and he's tired as fuck. The weather has gone to shit as well. So it's been a rough hang day. A day to hang and hope things improve and don't tank. And they are. Ultimately. It's super hard though....to try and figure just what you should do, when you don't know what to do except be there/here, and make soup, and toast, and bake a pizza (which was a sucess and he ate some) and then just sit upstairs, or downstairs and watch the weather outside. Or go back upstairs and watch women's golf, or CNN, or the Comedy Central channel, or whatever my dad stopped flicking channels on. And when he fell to sleep I crept out and took pictures of the weather and cruzed You Tube and posted. My Mum and I hung to, and talked over everythinng several times over. That's what we did in the hospital. And now too. It's what families do when someone is sick. Good firends brought over soup, and all of the loving cards and flowers are all out on the dining room table. This will be OK. Just a few more days. And hopefully no more infections and fever or any other gastly complications.
So I posted a vid. of The Wild Horses of Newbury (#1). And now right below it I'm going to post another (#2) - of the Levellers breaking down a song called "One Way." The two go together although they exist now in a different time and place. But if you turn off the voice-over and watch the video taken of the oaks, the cops, the mystic horses, and the mourners - with the sound of the Levellers video turned way up, there is a space there. The two are actually part of one another. The combination of the two has a lot to do with most everything I have ever written, although it might seem like a stretch, it's actually kindof true. It's all much bigger and longer than just two pieces of video. But there are seeds in the soundtrack, and the horses and cops and trees. Mental Boogwood. Liberty. Freedom, and the Mystic. Punk rock, and heroic actions, and travelers. No heros. Tribe. Crew. Family. Companions sometimes. Splinterings. A by-pass highway now in Newburry where the oaks once stood. I'll write more. I don't have it yet.
For now I'm going to turn in and leave the door open of the room I grew up in. At Three were getting up and taking my dad's temperature and giving him more Tylenol if he want's it. Then my mother and I will stand outside the bathroom door and check in. Then we'll agree that we need to get some sleep but neither of us will get much. It doesn't matter anyway.
That's what I'm hoping for. My dad is pretty sick. Recovering. Healing. There are two wild horses in my peripheral vision. And hopefully they will be there for an hour or two of REM.
Peace. If you are reading this I love you. Goodnight.
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I will write about this...but once I wrote a song about a Black Horse. And have heard about this erie occurrence from back Newburry road blockade, 1996. I have to get my head around something...Then I can write about it....
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Mini Bike Army invasion. I miss Portland. I have photos from last year but missed 2008 due to being completely lame and living on Whidbey Island.
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More weather that dumped hail and snow. 5 fifteen in the afternoon.
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Heavy weather rolling up from the south. One in the afternoon.
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Things are going OK...hanging for the day. A brighter shade of misserable out the window. The Bedridden from Adelaide, Australia covered this song. It's fantastic... (and The Bedridden were the best group ever).
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Cold rain and snow this morning. My Dad's fever is still a little high but not getting worse. I didn't sleep much at all but lay there in the other room listening to him moan like the hull of an old ship. Away in some feverish dream where at one point in the wee hours he piped up and announced that "It's Visitor's Day!" Not sure what today looks like, but I don't think that it will include any ER visits. A frozen pizza maybe. Star Wars sounds good. But hopefully no doctors.
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Casey phoned in from NYC so I could hear a little of New Model Army on stage there. Country Joe Mcdonald is on the stage up at the coffee roasting warehouse in Langley. It's been depressing wet snow and rain all day, and my Father and Mother were at the Emergency room. Twice. My Father has got an infection going now and is running a fever. I'm down at their house for the night and a bit worried. The doc's all say that this not abnormal and they tell us not to worry, which is kindof like when the flight attendants tell you that if the cabin suddenly looses pressure and those things fall down from out of the ceiling to "place the cup over your nose and mouth and continue to breathe normally." Really? Normally? Like that's really going to happen. I was hoping that we would be more free of doctors and meds by now. This is ass again. If his fever goes up in the night we'll be off to the ER. If it doesn't we should all improve in the morning.
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