Not good or bad.

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Just an odd day.  I'm about ready to shower and head to town.  I did make a early lunch, fried potatoes, twice fried actually, and fried fish.  It all came out quite well.  I didn't make all that much, so I suspect I will call my friend to check whether he is hungry, as either way I will grab a bite to eat on the way in.  After that bite, I hope to get his machine in order.  As for the printer?  Those have been terribly bad in the last nearly fifteen years.  I have tried all price ranges, many brands, and tinkered with them.  I have more problems with printers than I can handle.  I have two, here at the cave, neither of which work.  They haven't worked since out of the box.  I just sort of gave up on printing.  Hmm... some of the problem was my computer.  This replacement isn't very good, and it has had to be fixed.  But it is working.  I haven't tried the most recent printer since...  Not now though.

I received a letter of rejection.  The V.A. says it won't pay for the emergency medical due to the time involved.  I am supposed to write a letter in order to ask for a review.  Which, if I can remember to do in a timely manner, I will.  I got permission from the V.A. for all but one E.R. visit, because I was in shock.  I let the hospital know, at the time of the visit.  I let the hospital know every time it contacted me.  I hand walked paperwork to the V.A. from this hospital.  I let the collection agency know who would pay.  I have done as much as I could do.  If a company doesn't want paid, it can go without pay.  But I am not going to pay for the laziness of a hospital staff.  And I won't pay, either way.  I was not, and am not, morally or financially liable for payment.  I might just copy and past that paragraph.

Well, I best get moving.  A couple of songs for the day.

Sometimes the past, the future, the good, the bad... all collide.  The price of good, as freedom, is high.  The greater the magnitude the higher.  Running.  At first away from it all.  Then, finally, running to... make it right, at any cost.


It takes much to choose to make a choice.  What is gained isn't what it might seem.  It isn't, as most perceive things, better.  But it is true.  Gruel but freedom, or steak that isn't real and comfort that is a fiction and without choice or understanding.  Easily argued away by those who demand comfort, and for those who seek the ruin of the weak.  Your choice.


Some aren't just alive.  Undying.  A truth, for a reason and in a time.  Can't understand, perhaps.  Understanding, as I have suggested, simply isn't necessary.  As with death, life can be a sacrifice, mind you.