I was messing around with a file for a friend, sliding a logo into a business card. He is the president of a local chapter of a provincial association and has found these home made business cards handy. It simply gives him a token with his name, phone number, the web site of the chapter and the blog for the chapter. It suddenly dawned on me how much personal control we have and have had for quite a while to do this kind of self publishing.
In the past twenty years I have self published about a dozen chapbooks of poetry, some by others, many by me. I ended up using MS Publisher for that to manage the page numbering and print order for booklets half the size of a letter sized sheet with four pages per sheet. Early on I used full sized letter pages and various kinds of cover material and bindings.
Canoe Poems 1998
Overshoe Hockey League 1993
It’s the Dry Time, T.S. 1983
Easy Poems 1985
attitude is everything unless you are flying in which case altitude comes first
Grace is 13 months and Rufous is 19 months. We stopped by Rufous’ house, he has a nice big fenced in back yard and the two GRs wrestled and chased each other for about an hour. Grace is now napping.
Watching these two play wrestle reminded me of a few years back when my first two golden retrievers, Diamond and Shakespeare, used to imitate wild wolves, flashing teeth and snarling in their mock battles. Diamond died aged 9 in 2006 and Shakespeare died at age 10 one year ago yesterday exactly. Both died of abdominal tumours likely on their livers. I loved them both enormously and miss them greatly. Often when I look at Grace I see them. Once in a while I call Grace “Diamond” which makes my heart crack a little and then I try to embrace the joy of the moment with Grace.
taken three weeks before he died – the late great dog “Lucky Shakespeare”, son of Lucky and Lady who belonged to my Texas friend, Kelly
Shakey was ten and a half years old when we lost him to a large tumour on July 24, 2009. I think of him every day, he would have enjoyed having Grace around, he certainly loved his big sister, Diamond.
Back home after day surgery this morning to patch my fistula, the access site for dialysis. A slight plan change. instead of taking a bit of vein from my ankle, the surgeon decided he could patch without that and so simply an incision in my forearm and the removal of some tissue that was narrowing the fistula. Simpler than plan A. Very little discomfort. Although I have a prescription for Tylenol 3 I have no interest in dealing with the accompanying constipation that the codeine gifts one from that painkiller. No thanks. So back to dialysis tomorrow and armed with secret past knowledge about one of the dialysis clinic nurses provided by an old friend of hers who admitted me to the surgical department this morning. What are friends for.
“Screw around vigorously.”
Tom Peters, The Little Big Things: 163 ways to Pursue Excellence
I am enjoying reading this and as I ingest its nuggets I am reflecting places I have worked and workplaces I have witnessed and thinking how routine most places are, routine and stagnant.
I suppose in Winter, my trough arrives at the end of February and sticks around until the snow goes. Expectations dip, activity slows, attitude decays, I may still attempt jokes but fewer arrive in the correct fashion. This summer, between dialysis, hospital visits, chauffering my sister to the fracture clinic in Barrie, seeing my family doctor, it has begun to seem like one long waiting room visit. We are certainly getting more than our share of the Health Care pie this summer.
One crest of late, has been taking Grace swimming in Georgian Bay. Initially she wasn’t too keen. But she got interested when she spotted her best pal next door, Maggie the Springer Spaniel splashing around. Grace decided there might be something to this crazy idea of mine after all. Now she is still barking at me from shore to let me know I should come in. But after a few more calls to her, she plunges in and swims like a fish out to me and then circles around and then back to shore to bark some more at me for being an idiot and staying in the wet place. I will try to get a photo of the dogfish in training later this week.
On Friday, a little surgery to patch my fistula. A small piece of vein from my ankle will get repositioned to my left wrist to repair a spot of the fistula which has narrowed. If not patched the fistula will fail sooner than it might. Should be a piece of cake.
Spin around three times in your swivel chair.
Cast over each shoulder the mixture
Of pencil sharpener shavings and eraser fragments.
Look at the empty page.
Close your eyes and say:
– William J. Gibson – copyright 2006
this is what is mostly in my pockets or on my personage, Oh, should have included my glasses, oh well, and if I carry the blue leash gadget, then Grace the GR one year old brat should be in the shot too. Too hot for a reshoot.