From the Brain of Rusty Perez

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

a blind moment: Can I pet your trache?

Alright, so it happens sometimes. Yesterday I was walking down the street. As I came to the last intersection before getting to my first job at La Sierra
University, I met up with an aging couple who were walking their dogs.
though I had never met them before, I knew who they were. Often I've encountered them as I was walking to work. They usually walk their dogs in the morning.
Not having seen them since I moved to my new apartment on La Sierra Ave, I stopped to chat.
For some reason I thought they had small dogs, when the man approached I heard what sounded like the snuffling of a small dog in his arms. I reached out
to pet the small dog I thought he had been walking. He took my hand in his shaky grip and shook it.
"My name's Iverson."
"Iverson, good to meet you!" I said.
I reached out again, thinking I would this time be allowed to pet the furry companion. My hand came in contact with the right side of his chest close to
his shoulder. It was then that I realized, in quick succession, that there was a dog brushing against my legs, and that the snuffling sound was coming
from up around his face or head.
"Oh," I improvised, "I thought you had small dogs. I thought you were holding the dog in your arms."
I figured out that he must have some sort of breathing problem, some apparatus, but I didn't want to say anything.
I could just imagine it. 'Oh, your breathing tube sounded like a little dog sniffing.' 'Sorry, your tracheotomy made me think you were carrying a little
doggie in your arms.'
We chatted for a while and I petted the one, more friendly, dog which they allowed to say hello to Relish.
It happens every now and again and reminds me just how blind I am.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

my rain wows

So, last week I read some info about blogging. The writer suggested that most men sort of peter out on their blogs. Men evidently don't keep up. I told myself, nah, that won't happen.
Then I woke up this morning and remembered that I hadn't written in a week! :-)
 
Anyway, also this morning . . . my apartment got flooded! I cursed about having an inch of water flowing in to my living room under my bookcases.
 
But, as I watch the news this evening, I feel like a fool worrying about the silly little flood in my doorway.
I have a lot to thank God for. I have lots of friends, some of which hurried over with vacuum and snake and sand bags. But some lost homes! My floors are dry now while some are in hospitals, having been rescued from their homes in mudslides.
 
Anyway, that's enough on that. I was blessed today.
 

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Happy New-Year!

I've been telling myself for  months now that I should start a BLOG. I have raves and rants and thoughts and ideas that I want to share, with some one! :-)
 
So, here it is. It's just one little resolution I'm keeping.
It's random, sparse, not on a particular topic, just what's going on in my head.
I'll post my early New Years morning thoughts later this afternoon. I just wanted to start this thing off with  a greeting.

Saturday night at the movies

Tonight I saw two movies.
First of all I have to pause and add that I'm not generally a frequent movie renter, but, since I just bought myself an Onkyo home theater system, I've been enjoying DVDs a lot more. Now I need a TV to match the awesome sound! :-)
 
Anyway, the two I watched this evening with my friend Wendy were "Open Water" and "Supersize Me".
 
"Open Water" was a boar. Everybody dies in the end.
 
"Supersize Me," on the other hand, was great! I learned that MacDonald's fries don't decompose, even after sitting for ten weeks in a jar, unrefrigerated.
 
More seriously, however, I was amazed at how much fast food we eat as Americans, and how the government is coerced in to letting us eat it!
 
I started thinking about how much I eat. I don't eat that much MacDonald's, but I eat out all the time. I've really got to stop.
 
What I need to do is find myself a wife. We can cook healthful meals together and then I won't have to eat out all the time. :-)
 
I briefly thought of keeping a food journal here on my blog. Then I decided not to. :-)
 
Watch "Supersize Me!" Then, read Fast Food Nation. You'll never be the same.

Saturday, January 01, 2005

In the beginning

OK, this is my first post.
I guess I'll start at the beginning.

I've been telling myself for a few weeks, maybe months that I should strt a blog. This is partly out of frustration. I see so much stuff going on in the world that I want to comment on. I want it to be published! But, sadly, most of us will never be ublished by a big news paper. So, here it is! My place to publish, to rant and rave and yell and scream and generally cary on about anything and everything I feel like.

I'm going to be honest here. I'm afraid, however, that, at times, it may be like looking in to my apartment on a day when I'm not ready for company. There may, in fat there is now, a huge pile of dirty clothes because I need to do the wash. My dirty socks and underware may have been left for all to see.
I'm not sure if I'll want to edit myself. this is, after all, my place to share my thoughts. I am, after all, a multifaseted person. So, here it is, take it or leave it.
These are my thoughts.