Friday thru Sunday drinks; Sunday thru Tuesday MRI plans

Friday night was martini night.  Our toast had a hint of Hebrew.

Last night we had a cocktail post-theater with performers whose writing and talent inspire me to call Miki this week and start something new.  My fingers are itching.

And this afternoon we shared wine with the rabbi and discussed his current healing book plans among other things.  Then he healed me.  Completely.  El na rifa na la.

Last MRI we saw Rabbi Doug on Sunday, got the MRI on Monday, and the results on Tuesday.  This MRI's plans are the same.

MRI tomorrow after work.  Results the day after, after work.  Then wine--or whiskey--or whatever after the results.  In celebration.  And with a toast to Rabbi Doug.

Looking back on '09, A Cheesy Sonnet

Forgive me for beginning this new year with a cheesy sonnet, but here it is.  Happy new year to anyone who may stumble upon this.

20 o 9 included stuff that’s gone
like chemo, but that’s not to say ‘twas wrong
in fact, must’ve been right, cuz me still here
after taking that poison 4-plus years
but it’s more than poison, let’s talk about god
el na rifa na la, the light of the lord
is my soul—i chant it maybe 25
times a day—one of the reasons i’m still alive?
yes, exercise; yes, eating right; yes, sleeping
enough hours; but you know what’s keeping me
here through it all—winter, spring, summer, fall—
true love that radiates beauty like stars
radiates energy that never leaves scars
may our new decade bring love that heals.