Keeping my spirits up! =)






Here comes the sun (doo doo doo doo)
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right

Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
It’s all right

Lyrics by George Harrison and recorded by the Beatles.



A New Year



This is squeamish. Do not read if you are allergic to pain or have algophobia.

Chemotherapy is messy, uncomfortable, and you sit in a room with other people, many who are worse off than you are.
Essentially, they take your vitals, take some blood for testing, give you a doctor visit, and then put a needle in you for about 2 hours. After which you have an upset stomach that borders on nausea, and since they put Benadryl in the chemo solution (used to treat nausea, vomiting and to keep you calm during the treatment), you can’t drive a car and you need at least a two hour nap. Two serious after-effects: one is the vein that delivers the poison is frequently damaged and second is the horrible stench of the chemo solution can stay in your body for at least 24 hours.


They divide the chemo treatments into any number of six week sessions, with the last treatment being the worst as your body, with the damaged veins, hair loss, loss of appetite and the use of your taste buds, and overall fatigue, actually needs to recover. So they give you a week without chemo between each session. Which allows you to have a semi-normal life.
Last month I mentioned that I only had three more treatments left for my chemotherapy. I was fearing my last session as it is always the worst and I and my body were on the verge of a nervous breakdown (it is that bad). And I was counting down the weeks, knowing that at least it would be over by New Year’s and 2018 would look better than this past year.
When I got to the doctor’s office last week to begin my last treatment, I would told that it was not my last; I had one more long six week session to go through. The three treatments I was told had I left was just the last three of the particular session.


I just broke down and cried. And cried even more when they poked the vein in my right hand and they could not use it because of the damage to the vein.


So they poked in my left hand (I’m left-handed by the way) and transferred the chemo solution to the new needle. And the left the old needle in my right hand in case they needed to transfer back.
I could not use either of my hands. Could not even read. I just cried for about an hour and must have fallen asleep. I got a ride home (A plug here -> thank you to the ACS – American Cancer Society, for providing the rides!)
Getting home was a relief but I felt miserable for at least another day. I also felt something I usually don’t feel; despair. I could not think, or at least not think logically. Rational thoughts could not enter my mind. Just fear, anxiety, loneliness, and acute isolation.
It took me some time to get over it. What really help was recalling some inspirational thoughts during other tough times.
“It is not how man dies that determines his worth, but how he lives”.
I take this meaning as the desire, and the need, to be being honest, supporting other people who have it worse than I do (generally meaning protecting people from the evils of bigotry, ignorance, arrogance, and fears and other maladies that are transferred to minorities and people who are just born differently than most). I stand up for them.


I have a higher IQ than most people and mostly healthy body. Which means I don’t have an excuse not to help.


I like to think I have a good sense of humor. And I use both to keep motivate and to defend myself and others.


“You only have a limited time to be alive. What are you going to do in this limited time period?”


I am an atheist, so there are no second chances at life, no afterlife to correct wrongdoings, no divine intervention to help us limited and vulnerable human beings.


I could stay in a state of self-pity. But that would be a waste of my life and of precious time. Plus I would be miserable. And I don’t like misery. So let’s get better in health and outlook.


I wish everyone who is reading this blog (and that includes you) a Happy New Year’s and please have the courage to stand up to the Carrot Top (who sometime lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue) and the policies (legislative, religious, etc.) that hurt people, both common and the different.


Alive, Alert and Active


Sorry for all the missing posts!


But I am still alive, alert, active, and learning how to enjoy life once again.


I’ve been writing some chess books during my time off (AKA Disability).


Today I went with a friend to shoot some photos for an idea I had for a cover. But when I got home I found something wrong with the photo. I’ll let you figure it out! 😉


I need to get ready for two special days in December; Christmas and my birthday. And having a larger ego, I am not sure which one I like better.


Don’t forget to have fun! =)







Love your


Parents (who suffered your terrible twos, terrific tantrums, and the times you were less than stellar),


Families (you may have more than one)


Friends (they chose YOU!),


Pets (who are always there for you)


Doctors (who made you healthier),


Lawyers (hey, they need recognition too),


and everyone else who made life a little more enjoyable for you! 😉





With two days left for Halloween, here is a list of words that are appropriate for this day.

Plus, they are all acceptable in Scrabble and Words With Friends. Have fun!


BANSHEE (+S) [n. A female spirit that wails or screams when someone in a household is going to die]
BOO (+S)
CEMETERY (CEMETERIES) [n. An area where the dead are buried. Not a good place to visit, esp. at night]
COVEN (+S) [n. Collective noun for VAMPIRES or WITCHES]
DEMONESS (+ES) [n. A female demon]
ELDRITCH [adj. Weird, strange or unearthly; eerie]
EXORCISM (+S) [n. The act or practice of freeing or expelling a spirit, esp. a demon, from a person. Dangerous in that the expelled demon may be looking for another host.]
FAMILIAR (+S) [n. A spirit, usually assuming the form of an animal or pet, that assists a witch. And that usually means a witch is nearby.]
GRAMARYE (+S) [n. Magic, necromancy, or occult learning]
GREMLIN (+S) [n. A small devilish monster to avoid, esp. if one is flying a plane]
LYCANTHROPY (LYCANTHROPIES) [n. The belief or ability to turn oneself into a wolf. The ability remains unproven.]
MACABRE [adj. Disturbing or horrifying because of involvement with or depiction of death and injury]
NECROMANCY (NECROMANCIES) [n. The practice of conjuring up the dead. It usually doesn’t end well.]
PHANTOM (+S) [n. (1) A hallucination, esp. one that assumes human form, (2) A haunting apparition or spirit]
SPECTRE (+S) [n. A ghost]
SUMMON (+ED, +ING, +S) [v. To call upon supernatural beings for assistance]
TROLL (+S) [n. A supernatural dwarf in Scandanavian folklore that lives in caves or in the mountains]



Happy Halloween!!!!!





Within a few hours, the World Series will begin once again. Some of you know I am a baseball fan.

I wrote this before the end of the American League Championships.





Don and Sandy loved Baseball. Don was always a Yankees fan and Sandy faithfully followed the Dodgers. Both of them could, and did, trace their treasured loves back to when both teams were New York.


Don loved to brag about the Yankees. He continually reminded Sandy that the Yankees won the most World Series of any other team, and that there more Yankees in the Hall of Fame, and that God was a Yankees fan. Don grudgingly accepted the first statement (for it was true), wasn’t sure about the second, but didn’t believe in the third.


And despite the rivalries between their two respective major baseball teams, they remained the best of friends, even going to the ballpark together, whether it would be in Los Angeles or New York.


They made a pact with each other. That is, if baseball was to be found in Heaven, they would ask if they could live out eternity in the same neighborhood so both of them could watch and cheer together whatever baseball teams may be playing up there. Even better if the late and worthy Yankees and Dodgers players would also be playing in this neighborhood.


After more than 80 years of watching, cheering, celebrating, and occasionally lamenting, old age caught up with them and they were both taken up to Heaven and appeared before God.


The Almighty spoke,


“Normally Peter would greet you at the gate, but he is not a baseball fan. I AM! And I have watched every single game of baseball that has ever been played. Being the Almighty certainly has its perks.”


He smiled and then continued, “Have no fear for I know both of you want to live out eternity in the same neighborhood and I will grant you that wish. All three of us will walk to where Sandy will spend his eternity and then I’ll walk with Don to his place. All ready?”


Both Don and Sandy smiled.


And then a big, almost prideful, grin spread across Don’s face. He starts thinking, “It’s not every day one gets to spend some time alone with the Almighty. And certainly god is on the Yankees’ side and, by extension, and literally, by my side as well!”


So the trio walked into the Baseball Neighborhood. In the center were two large hills. The slightly, smaller one had a complete MLB sized baseball stadium. A game was going and the Almighty smiled.


The larger hill hosted a large, white, and impressive mansion with long columns. Flying on top of the mansion was a large Dodgers’ pennant, flying brilliantly in the sun.


The Almighty pointed to Sandy and told him, “Go to the mansion, you’ll be living there. The baseballs, bats, and gloves are in the back in case you want to practice or play.” Sandy joyously smiled and started his trek to the top of hill.


The Almighty turned to Don and said, “Let’s go to your place.”


Don walked with HIM, excited, for if God was a Yankee’s fan, what a treasured home would be waiting for him.


They walked for about five minutes, and then the Almighty opened the gates to a non-descriptive house. Don and the Almighty walked inside. There was a faded Yankee flag and an old glove inside the small house.


Don turned to the Almighty and asked HIM, “While I appreciate my own place in Paradise, why does Sandy get the mansion, the ballpark, and I get a small house?”


The Almighty was in a good mood, for HE usually does not tolerate such insolate behavior, replied,


“My son, you don’t understand. The mansion Sandy is to spend eternity is not his. It is mine.”


“Now about the Yankees and the World Series. They aren’t going to be in it this year.”