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Brazil Buzz

Thursday, January 31, 2013

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I did not have much spare time Sunday to write.

One project leads to another and before I could look up, the day was history.

When I retired, sleep eluded me.

I caught myself making shadow pictures on the wall with my hands.

When I was a young child, I feared bad dreams.

On sleepless nights, I created images of monsters and angels, hearts, flowers and people with my hands on the wall by my bed.

I prayed a lot then too.

I worried about today's visit with the urologist at the UAP Clinic in Terre Haute.

I came out of the office a little disappointed that my condition has not improved.

On top of that, I am still packing those four extra pounds.

According to the BMI reading, I am in the obese range.

Before I reach those scales again, I will need to shed some weighty bangles and dump the pockets of my skinny denim jeans.

No doubt, a better option is healthier eating habits and increased exercise.

I appreciate our health care providers.

The clinic's main office will be moving to a new building situated nearby Union Hospital soon.

Paul's visit to the dermatologist's office at VA went well.

Now, he looks like a victim of a bedbug invasion.

A young intern treated 26 pre-cancerous lesions and early skin cancers from his skin.

She brought in a canister of liquid nitrogen and froze each one, not once, but twice.

Paul is no stranger to skin problems of this type or skin cancer-related surgeries and similar treatments like the most recent.

The burnt areas will look better soon and he will be digging out his warm weather attire and shopping for a new, broad-brimmed straw hat.

Someone I know quite well will be paying closer attention to the usage of said hat.

It could be a win-win situation for him if he would stop tossing the darn thing every time the thumb goes under the hammer.

If all goes well with us this spring, we will plant another vegetable garden.

We failed to garden last season, the first time in many years.

That was a big mistake.

We did set a few tomato plants around and near the garage behind the little blue house at the end of the road.

We enjoyed late season success with the harvest, although the struggling vines produced small-to-average size tomatoes.

My family planted the garden spot and four others at the home place every year since 1939.

Paul and I broke the chain last spring.

In addition, my dependable Huskee garden tiller dug into a large stone during a cultivating effort in a different area on the property.

The 20-year-old workhorse lost the battle shortly before planting season, went down for the count and fell into disrepair.

The black and blue belt on the battered tiller will go to the newcomer.

The title of "Best Tiller Ever" will remain with the deceased.

It took one trip to the supermarket's produce section to realize a mistake was made in haste.

This is a good time to plan the layout of the garden spot.

I think everything will do well this spring.

Looking forward toward the season, I think the mushrooms will be plentiful and the berry vines and the trees in the orchards will be healthy and bending down with fruit by picking time.

Paul reported he saw a robin beneath the maple tree last Sunday.

We all know what that little thrush was searching for in the wet muddy sod.

Colder weather will return by the time you read this.

Mother Nature loves to tease.

Forgive me for writing about such a mix of subjects this week. The fact is, you, my readers, are important to me.

I hid my writing passion from everyone, including my family, for many years.

In the summer of 1998, I had a little talk with God about my low self-esteem and a myriad of other things.

Good things started to happen for me. I felt good about me.

In 2000, my first book, "Simple Poetry and Other Things," was published.

Doors opened in several directions.

Other projects followed, including this column.

None is, or will ever be, more rewarding for me than "Brazil Buzz."

I can be reached by phone at 446-4852 or by e-mail at pamsarq@frontier.com.