Tower Of Babel

Well guess what visitors? Seems that Dr. D. who frequently suffers from verbal diarrhoea on his posts, is a bit constipated this evening. The words are just all clogged up. I really can’t say that I have a topic on which to expound tonight.

Right now, I’m here at the terminal listening to a CD by Celine Dion, it’s an old one from my small collection. It has a particularly beautiful song on it entitled, “Call the man.” I’m actually listening to it in an attempt to counteract the silence that now prevails in the house.

With the rains and grey skies that we have been having in the last few days, there has been flooding in some Parishes. It also caused a reduction in the amount of patients attending our clinic at the hospital today. Of course, there were no complaints on my part. We left the hospital at a very reasonable hour for a Friday. No traffic to contend with on the way home.

Actually, I left work at such a reasonable hour, that I stopped at a flower shop and purchased some peach coloured carnations (my Mother’s favourite) and assorted orchid blooms to put in the house. Flowers are things of beauty, and signify life in my opinion. With my Aunt’s passing, I suspect that we may have some visitors on the weekend. So, the flowers will help to make the house look ‘lived in’ and symbolise life. In the midst of death, I guess there is rebirth into another life of beauty. I hope I am not boring you, if so then you can feel free to quit. It won’t hurt my feelings, after all, me well resilient!! (I’m very resilient.) Just kidding.

My nextdoor neighbour stopped over for a few minutes, we just shared a few pleasant memories of my Aunt. Damn, doesn’t it just get to you how the moment that you leave this Earthly existence, every reference to you just suddenly goes into the past tense??? She was a nice person. He used to be a good Father and the like…. I guess it makes us realise just how finite our existence is. Anyhow, it’s my weekend to take call, so there can be no wild carryings on. Hopefully it won’t be a busy one.

Mad Bull called me not too long ago to check up on me. I told him that I’d probably give him a check after finishing my post and having a shower. He then said, “Please to make sure that you do shower.” You understand this rass bwoy, how him rude and out of order!!?? Trying to infer that I MUST shower before coming to him yard because me smell offensive!! Feisty!! We just laughed it off anyhow. A bredren thing.(A thing between friends.) Then I reminded him of a pamphlet that I had seen a few years ago from a place called Strawberry Hill, here at home. Its a very exclusive restaurant in the hills of Irish Town. A very nice place to eat or have a wedding if you can afford it. Beautiful vistas of the mountains. Anyway, they were advertising a nature walk at the end of which you would receive a therapeutic massage, aromatherapy and a sumptuous lunch. At the bottom of the pamphlet it ended as such, “Come walk with us and discover your own body aroma…… All for the price of $6,500.00 Jamaican (about $140.00 U.S.). Now, who the hell needs to pay that kind of money in order to smell your armpit? Hey, I can go walking and get frowsy (smelly) for free!! I do it all the time. Well, whatever you do this weekend, even if it involves discovering your own body aroma (or God forbid, someone else’s, hope you enjoy it.) But then again, that may not be the most pleasant of experiences!! Me gaan go hold a fresh! (I’m gone to shower!)

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