I don't have "bad hair day's", nor do I feel that I have gotten up on "the wrong side of the bed". Once in a blue moon, and we had one this past September, I wake up, having not filled my tank the previous night, and feel like I'm running on fume's. That is today. I am neither inspired, nor motivated to do even one blog or pod cast. After 50 plus weeks of daily blog's and podcast's, I feel blahd. A new word, combination of bad and blah. I won't spend 10 grand to make it an official new word, but now you know, the rhiz of the day, is to say, I feel blahd.
Bolf was a game I though of after seeing the Oregon filmed movie "Overboard". using bowling ball's, it is a large put put, windmill's killing all the seagull's, and you bowl you course. I thought of it, but hold now ownership. A bolf course in Brooking's might work out well. Elk snout was the town's name, that was filmed mostly at Depot Bay, some hundred miles north of where I landed. There are a half dozen elk creek's along the drive and a couple town's with elk in their name, so Elk Snout Oregon was an easy chide.
One of my friends from long ago was Jon Bastyr, a university now named after him. He was in his last years of teaching when I attended the same institute. He was educated in the 1920's and with another friend Bill Turska, were the oldest member's of my profession. He got a degree, in the nature cure science of sanupractic medicine, and moved to Redland Washington to do a residency and set up his practice. The "hospital" was directed by an older nature cure doctor, who attended all 8 room's by herself, until Jon Arrived. In his first month, a woman went into labor, and the two of them went to work, only to find a woman going into labor on the second floor. The director told Jon to go deliver the baby as she attended the first birth. Jon went up, to an experience mother, who had delivered three children already, and she basically told Jon to calm down and put on the catcher's mitt. She almost immediately shot out a child. Joh started to tell her about the placenta and the after birth, when she said, hold on doctor, I feel another one coming. Sure enough, an almost effortless deliver of a twin, "wait, there's one more". And Jon Bastyr delivered triplet's as his first solo delivery. He later told me in private that he had attended over 800 water births during his active practice.
Why the long tale, I mean tail? When he set out on his own, the only patient he had during the first 6 month's was a German Shepherd, probably a buck two twenty five in payment. None the less, he would be one of the 4 to 6 welder's who never gave up, on holding on to the profession of naturopathy. Weiss, Turska, Farnsworth, Boucher, all friends, and Dorothy Johnson, who I met in '83 saved the nearly extinct profession from 1956 through 1972-3, when the nation awoke to silent spring, earth day, and a new attitude toward food and the agricultural industry. Because American medicine had only considered foods as a target of "quackery", the public had no ears in western medicine to counsel on better diet and life-style. The chiropractic profession had, from their perspective, out of necessity, given up their herbal and nutritional curriculum's to be a non-y to the AMA.
So, moral of the story: If a fabled and gifted doctor and healer can hang in for 6 months with only one four footer as a patient, why should I feel blahd after only 10 days of multi-tasking in Paradise? Because I can, and that is the rest of the story.
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