I have to have an operation! Oh no. Remember me telling y'all that I injured my wrist carrying books at the American Library Association Convention and it was causing much pain when I play the guitar? Well, I have this condition called de Quervain's disease or something, and I have to have an operation in a couple of weeks to (get this) "clip my tendons on both ends." Okay, what will hold everything together if they clip the tendons on both ends? Anyway the doctor said he had had it done on both his wrists, and he looked just fine and said he could perform surgery the third day after the operation. I wonder if I'll be able to perform surgery after my third day? Ha! Maybe I'll be able to play the piano too. So it will take three weeks to heal well enough for me to play guitar. I have a show to do on the 25th of November and then on Dec. 30th, so I'm getting the surgery right after Thanksgiving so I will be healed up for the Dec. 30th show. Let's hope something screwy does not happen. The doctor's cute, and that helps. He also isn't twelve years old like all my other doctors, which is also nice.
It's dark when I get home now so I'm feeding my horse and pig in the dark with a flashlight. This is quite horror movie-like. The pig has taken on rhinoceros proportions and runs and bucks and snorts and trots at me just like a rhinoceros! This is especially strange by the light of the flashlight. She takes on a Blair Witch kind of effect.
My favorite new song is "Keep Your Distance" by Patty Loveless. It's not that new, but it's off her latest cd. I love Patty Loveless. She does not think it's demeaning to actually sing country music, and Jimmy Martin named a hound dog after her - the highest honor of all!
Speaking of hound dogs, there is the most BEAUTIFUL blood hound living down the road from us. He's as big as the hound of Baskerville and has the most beautiful deep-throated howl I have ever heard. It travels over the countryside and stops me in my tracks. He chased my car the other day, and I stopped the car to talk to him (the window was rolled up cause I didn't know what he would do), and he came up alongside me and howled and howled. He threw his head back, and I swear there was a twinkle in his eye, and he just HOOOOOWLED! It was wonderful. I don't think they're mean, but this dog's head was even with me in the window. I wonder when they chase fugitives over hill and dale if they ever really bite them. I doubt it. They just probably jump all over them and howl till the guys with the dark glasses and guns show up. I don't think they're mean. I keep seeing these gigantic paw prints where I feed my duck. I wonder if he tries to catch Oranse Lamont.
Anyway it can't all be easy being a blood hound.