Nothing In My Head

I think that inactivity is a dumbing down of the brain.  I haven’t been able to do much with the knee thing, back thing, ass thing going on and I’m really feeling stupid.  There just doesn’t seem to be much going on in the deep recesses of my cerebellum. Couch potatoes must be morons.

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I started doing stuff last week, cooking mostly and dishes but was told by my visiting nurse and Sarah  not do so much and ask for help.  I don’t know why but I hate asking for help.  As Sarah used to say when she was little  “I do it by myself”.

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I find it odd that with such an empty head you would think I would be able to remember things better.  There’s not so much to get in the way of my memory but alas my memory still sucks.

Anyway, I’m trying to think of activities besides reading and television to get my brain going again. Knitting and puzzles just don’t cut it for me right now. I’m thinking I might try my hand at art.

Art is the process or product of deliberately arranging elements in a way that appeals to the senses or emotions. (Wiki)

That sentence is way over my empty brain.  The question is “What appeals to one person may not appeal to another.”  So if it doesn’t appeal to everyone is it still art?  I actally don’t know what I am writing about anymore.

I have this watercolor kit I bought a while back.  I think I may try my hand at. I just wish I didn’t draw like a 5 year old.

I really have no idea what this post is about.  Oh, so if I arranged chocolate on a plate would that be art.  It sure appeals to my senses and emotions.

The Adventures of Douglas the Bad Ass Dragon!

We last left Douglas in my room as he faced, head on , Sir George, The  Knight of Kimin Cov.  At the same moment Yoda jumped on Sir George’s back because George happened to be closest to the window that Yoda wanted to sit by to watch birds.  This disturbance gave Douglas the chance to skip out the door slamming it behind him.  Douglas was a guest and I was sworn to protect him but I also didn’t want to see Sir George hurt. I followed Douglas through the door to try to reason with him.  I had read the histories of knights and dragons and I knew they were mortal enemies.  What was I thinking allowing Douglas to visit here?  George was used to the resident dragons but a new dragon was too much for him to bear.

There had been some dissension among the ranks in my room brewing for weeks.  The resident dragons and wizards were tired of Sir George’s bossy ways.  They all gathered and snuck out of my room into the kitchen to meet with Douglas.  They had been told of a prophecy many, many years ago that foretold  the coming of a fiery red dragon who would appear and save them from having to do Sir George’s bidding. (i.e.,  getting George snacks at night, dusting him, listening to him blather about his past deeds).

They immediately assumed Douglas was there to save them.  Douglas, not the kind to disappoint,  agreed to help them.  They all gathered together, dragons, wizards, gargoyles and skunks to face the oppressive Sir George.

The Gathering

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Douglas  travels through the gates of Muldaur.

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Yoda and I gleefully waiting to see what happens!

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The skunks and gargoyles prepare for battle.

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Douglas consults the Oracle

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Luigi screaming his battle cry

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Oscar the wizard practicing his flame throwing

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George running out the front door in fear

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George slinking back home in shame. The fight was a bust but I was happy that no one got hurt and George has learned to treat the resident wizards and dragons with respect. He looks very pale.

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Sarah and Douglas relaxing at the beach

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Douglas, enjoying the freebies at the Scottish Bakehouse

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