How Dust Bunnies Saved an Old Man

A Postmodern Fairy Tale

Once upon a time
In a land of great plenty
Where everyone was happy and wealthy
A terrible plague swept over the country

A frightened old man
Went to hide under the bed
The Government had ordered
All the elderlies to stay home

Thinking it would be even safer
After all, what self-respecting virus
Would go around looking
Under beds for its next victim

The old man was startled to see them there
As he crawled under the bed
Dusty, Musty and Cottonlint
Introduced themselves

“How do you do.”  Said the old man
“How long have you been here?”

“My whole life.” They answered in unison
Not really understanding the concept of time

“I have to go to the bathroom.”
“What’s a bathroom?”
“Oh, never mind.”
“I just have to leave for a while.”

“Please, please don’t go out there.”
They begged of the old man
“There is a terrible monster out there.”
“He will gobble you up.”

“My brother Cottonfoot ventured out one day.”
“We heard the monster whirring and clicking”
“He screamed, there was a puff of dust.”
“And then he was gone.” Sobbed Cottonlint

On the way back he saw it
The Roomba clicking and whirring as it
Made its rounds, and chuckled at
The irony of the metaphor

He unplugged the Roomba and
Returned to the safety
The Dusties cheered on seeing
The old man was back safe and sound

“You’re safe now.” He told the Dusties
“I slayed the evil monster dragon.”
“He won’t come around anymore.”
“He won’t be eating any more Dust Bunnies.”

The old man taught the Dusties
How to play pinochle and other games
He brought them a small TV
So they could watch the cartoon network

So, the old man stayed under the bed
With his new friends
And he didn’t catch the virus
And they all lived happily ever after

TV at the Hospital

Today I was at Sanford Medical Center, at the OCC getting a biologic 'chemo' infusion
I was thinking about how I can sometimes taste the medications in my IV infusion
while there I was watching TV, the
The Senate Impeachment swearing-in ceremony
senators leaning over the secretary's desk to sign in
old men w/ bald spots


Those tastes brought up some memories

Remembering watching the TV

While on a dialysis run

It was the '74 hearings

The Nixon impeachment

house Judiciary Committee hearings
remembering Barabara Nettinga

my nurse angel

and
Sen Barry Goldwater

who carried the bad news to

Richard Nixon

Holiday Greetings from Bonnie and John

Late in December, with one eye on the calendar, another on the computer screen, John writes:

So, another year has come and gone. We are each of us a couple years beyond three quarters of a century on this earth, and still vertical, mostly…in the past year.  

Just exactly what makes you think
I'm the one who's been snatchiung
the summer sausage. 

Daughter Sara, son-law John and grandson James are only a few blocks away. James catches the bus from our house while we puppysit the grandpuppys, Bischoff (“Bischoff” is German for Bishop and also a popular brand of beer in Deutschland) a bordoodle (border collie and standard poodle) and Baxter, an aged Shih Tzu as well as our aged Shih Tzu who thinks he is a pit bull.

Sara and John are working for the Veterans Administration. James is an 8th grader at Patrick Henry. He plays soccer, does cross country in the fall and indoor soccer in the winter.

A CHRISTMAS POEM

A broken hip stopped old Kris Kringle

He’s getting pretty old you know

The jingle bells no longer jingle

Sleighing across the fallen snow

Out at the mall the crowds so merry

Are not so much this year

But the UPS driver was kind of cheery

Bringing the Amazon packages here

Warm and cozy by the fireplace flame

We dream of the days when I as you

Believed that Santa Claus really came

Down through that old coal heater flue

- john marius nelson

Dissertation on Why People Choose to
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I stay busy with hobbies, some photography, but also some writing and occasionally a poem or two (see above). I also do some posts on Facebook mostly about science history and public health history. OLLI (Osher Lifelong Learning Institute.) classes have been a great enjoyment for Bonnie and me. I probably don’t retain as much as I used to, but it’s still fun to learn new things; sometimes relearning things I forgot I knew. Bonnie stays informed reading the Argus (paper version), watching MSNBC and CNN; and enjoys her weekly lunch with her friends. We have both had some medical adventures this year. Bonnie has some intermittent dizziness and nausea episodes; her anemia issues have disappeared.

I’m still in a relapse of the vasculitis that caused my kidney failure in 1974 and now is in my lungs causing interstitial lung disease a.k.a. pulmonary fibrosis; so, my prednisone is still increased a bit ☹. Despite an endless string of tests, scans and medication, my lung function has declined a bit and my doctors want me to use oxygen at least some of the time. 

We lost some dear people this year:  John’s sister Anne and John’s cousin Robert Nelson. Robert (Bobby) and I sort of grew up together, living a few miles apart. Bob was a combat Vietnam War veteran; was active in the VFW and a member of the VFW Honor Guard.

Here is a Story about a Christmas from my past.

A Christmas Story for Anne

Anna Mary was the oldest of four siblings born to Kermit and Bernice (Carlson) Nelson. Dad called her Suzie after singing the song “Sioux City Sue”, and Anne singing with him.

On the farm in southern Lincoln County, Anne, 6 years older, taught me everything a five to eight year old farm boy needed to know; how to ride a bicycle, how to fix a flat with a ‘hot patch’, how to catch tadpoles, how to swim in the stock tank.

On the coldest winter nights, the kids would all sleep in the dining room by the old pot-belly coal stove that heated the whole house.

I remember one of those nights, when I was four or five and it was almost Christmas time. By the glow of the fire through the little mica windows on the old pot-belly coal stove, Anne told me about how Santa Claus would climb down the chimney and then through the stove pipe and hop out of the old stove, brush himself off and head for the stockings.

On Christmas Eve, we would hang our stockings, not some fancy decorated things with our name on it, but the actual socks we wore, from a nail on the wall. Then on Christmas morning, we would race to see what Santa had left us. It was mostly small stuff, the good presents were under the tree and were opened on Christmas Eve right after our dinner (we called it supper). Usually oyster stew with the little oyster crackers; then presents could be opened, after the dishes were done.

The old coal heater (which as I recall looked something like the one pictured above-left) and the corn cob fired kitchen range (above-right) were the only sources of winter-time heat in that old drafty house.  A few years later, the coal stove was replaced by an oil-fired heater with an electric fan. The corn cob fired range was replaced with a ‘modern’ LP gas kitchen range. By that time, I had learned the true Santa story and reality and didn’t worry so much about Santa burning up in a hot stove.
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Happy holidays from our old, not so big, house to your house!
It just occurred to me that, ‘this old house’ which we built is now about the same age as the house where I grew up was, and which, at the time, I thought was really, really old. So, does that mean that we are really, really old?

All in all, Bonnie and I are doing pretty well and enjoying life. As I often say, “Every day is a gift.”

We hope you all are well and are having a blessed holiday season, and that you will have a wonderful new year.

Happy holidays from our old, not so big, house to your house!

It just occurred to me that, ‘this old house’ which we built is now about the same age as the house where I grew up was, and which, at the time, I thought was really, really old. So, does that mean that we are really, really old?

Much Love from Bonnie and John

The Last Good Day

Please excuse my feeble attempt to wax philosophical here; it's just something I have to do.
The concept of 'The Last Good Day' has been explored by many and written about by a few and most famously was the main topic of a movie.

Anna and Uncle Frank

I -- ANNA

Aunt Anna (we called her “Ant Ann”) was 4th of the five children of August and Bertha Carlson. My mother Bernice was the youngest.

Old Not So White Men of World War II

A Facebook friend shared this. Of course I had to snarkily respond with my "Just to be clear" rejoinder

Bonus Day April 2, 2016

Minneapolis General Hospital ca. 1931. It later became Hennepin General Hospital and finally Hennepin County Medical Center. The buildings were demolished and replaced with the current complex pictured below in 1976 

On this day in 1974,  I was admitted to Annex 8 at Hennepin County General Hospital in kidney failure. With a near lethal level of potassium, I was started on dialysis and a potassium lowering medication. The Angel of Death hung around lurking for a few more weeks, then finally gave up and went home. There is more about this topic at:  http://myinnercurmudgeon.blogspot.com/2012/06/blow-out-part-i-catholic-priest- ,  http://myinnercurmudgeon.blogspot.com/2012_06_01_archive.html and http://myinnercurmudgeon.blogspot.com/2012/06/blow-out-part-ii-wind-beneath-my.html

My memory of the exact date is a little fuzzy due to my condition, but in my mind at least, April 2nd is the date I started living on bonus time. In 1975 I had kidney transplant at the then
Yesterday I got a phone call from Dr. Davies, a pulmonologist at Hennepin County Medical Center

2016 HCMC complex with the new US Bank Stadium under construction isn the background

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