Cassi Creek: the
morning presented with a partly cloudy sky and humidity that was palpable. Today is supposed to be relatively rain
free. We can use some dry days to let me
catch up with the yard. There is, of
course, mowing and trimming to accomplish.
Beyond the
hike with Mike, today has been consumed, so far, by a series of phone calls
that are necessary to have the Pathfinder repaired, the guttering completed,
and the replacement pool heater installed.
I’ve spent half the morning on hold or redialing numbers.
If Vincent
DeMaio is to testify today, I’d like to see and hear him. He is a recognized authority in the field of
Forensic firearms/gunshot wounds investigations. But the rest of the defense witnesses will
simply be called in an attempt to justify the killing of an unarmed 17 year
old.
The year has
flown by to this point. It hardly seems
possible that it is July. The apparent
compression of time seems to manifest more with each passing year. The years before I met Gloria dragged
interminably. The years since I met
Gloria have flown by too rapidly.
We are still
waiting for some word from VA about agent orange/Parkinson’s compensation. The palliative effects of the medication I
take are noticeable but short-lived so that I wake up about 12 hours after my
evening meds and exhibit more pronounced symptoms than I do after my morning
and afternoon meds. The delay at the VA
level is problematic. The
disease/disorder is treatable but not, as of yet, curable. The future is easily visualized. Only the nature of the journey is uncertain.
“And the
leaves that are green turn to brown.”
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