NEW YORK246 – My Claim

I do have to start somewhere, so most immediately I feel the near tolerable 83ºF [28ºC] temperature midday with a cloudless blue sky, sun shining mercilessly down on concrete city, or masonry hell, New York. A frightening image for people…

NEW YORK246 – My Claim

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I do have to start somewhere, so most immediately I feel the near tolerable 83ºF [28ºC] temperature midday with a cloudless blue sky, sun shining mercilessly down on concrete city, or masonry hell, New York. A frightening image for people under 50, I am naked. I’m sitting on my Norwegian kneeling chair, which is a backless seating device where body weight is distributed between the butt and the knees. It tends to encourage continual straightening of my spine which I why I’ve been a devoted user for half a century, aka 50 years. Besides Trump claiming Norwegians to be his preferred immigrants to America, Norway, Sweden, Finland, Iceland and Denmark are generally socialist countries with equal economic and educational rights, universal health & human services from birth to grave. I lived to my mid-teens there and sometimes I wish that I, now in my old age, would be there again.
Last week I spent on Martha’s Vineyard being with daughters, clean air, salty water, and the results of having been attacked by an army of lethal insects. While the original Wampanoag Indian inhabitants living there might have been immune to their bite, they certainly were not to disease the early European settlers brought to the island since more than half of them died from small pox in the 17th Century, 400 years ago. I have, if I could count the top of my head like a contortionist acrobat, 50 bites on my naked skull alone, with an added fifty on legs and arms that by now have turned bright red. They itch like hell. I refuse to medicate them against the advice of one of my daughters who was an astounded corroborating witness to the bite-numbers and apparent insect ferocity. I must have special blood they prefer. They never thanked me for nourishing them. I did spend many hours out-of-doors jogging and performing the salutation to the sun naked. I say give the island back to the Indians. Besides the insects, they’d have half a billion dollars worth of residential real estate from the 16,000 all-year residents, not counting public lands, businesses and institutions on the 20 mile [33 km] long island.
The heat and the insect bites motivated me to shave off the hair on my head earlier today. It feels good again. Naked skull, like I’ve been for the last quarter century, 25 years for those of you unfamiliar with the conversion, and shocked at the high numbers I continually throw at you. It comes with age. I also count when I’m exercising, count the strides puffing my way uphill, count the steps when climbing stairs breathlessly, to keep from looking down (bad posture) for the next top of stairs before the landing and the beginning of the bottom step. It is like a heart beat – 1, 2 3 4 5 > 14; 2, 2 3 4 5 > 14; 3, 2 3 4 5 etc. I had let my hair grow to distract from my eyes looking sick for nearly a year following cataract surgery, when excessive antibiotic medication for three months following each eye surgery, left my eyes with conjunctivitis and blepharitis infections, and a destroyed natural eye-flora defense condition. I do think I’ve finally restored that flora with manual friction massage with warm washcloth for one minute morning ‘n night. My vision is very good now. It was worth doing besides dangerous if cataracts were left untreated.

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