Do you have an ‘ology’ collection

The very first ‘ology’ I recall was in my school days in biology classes

We dissected frogs and studied anatomy

Those classes had a profound effect on me

Whenever I saw a frog in nature, it conjured up images of it being pinned spreadeagled on a board and poked with a very sharp scalpel

Many years passed before my next ‘ology’ encounter when a severe intestinal issue required a meeting with a gastroenterology specialist

Fortunately he did not pin me to a board to treat me and I soon got better

Although I am not truly aware of exactly what they do to me while sleeping through all the colonoscopies I have endured

Vision problems added yet another ‘ology’ into my life as I attempted to read very minute letters on a distant screen

There were lots of certificates on the wall with the word ophthalmology in big bold letters

I could not make out the small print in those certificates

I imagined it said things like ‘if you can read this then you don’t need glasses’

I left his office wearing glasses

My next ‘ology’ encounter was necessary to investigate issues with my heart. My cardiologist did mostly blood work with occasional stress tests but I eventually succumbed to surgery to control my AFib

My gradual loss of hearing introduced me to another ‘ology’

The audiologist put me in a sound proof booth with headphones and very faint beeps

Thankfully the hearing aid fitting did not require a sharp scalpel

I recall the occasion when my regular doctor flagged my PSA blood results

I added the urologist to my list of ologies

He preferred the needle over the scalpel as he performed multiple prostate biopsies

This was certainly not my favorite ‘ology’

Moving on to strange markings on my skin which required me to see yet another ‘ology’

The dermatology doctor was for many years the most non-invasive of the gang

He simply looked at my skin and lectured me about sunscreen until one day he found a small bump on my forehead

His eyes lit up as he explained that this basal cell growth must be removed

And yes, he did it with a very sharp scalpel

My aging joints had me creaking across the room to see a rheumatology doctor who has so far also spared me from the scalpel

It seems like my general doctor is always looking for an excuse to add another ology into my life

Some deficiencies in my blood tests had me trotting off into the world of endocrinology

I was relived to see no signs of sharp cutting instruments in her office

I have now collected so many ‘ology’ doctors that my calendar is littered with ongoing ‘ology’ appointments

Its time the medical profession combined forces to create the ultimate multiologist

Then I would only have to see that person once a year for checks my skin, eyes, ears, bladder, prostate, hormones, joints, heart and colon in one sitting

It would certainly require an anesthesiology person to put me under for this mass probing

While unconscious, I will probably have strange dreams about a giant frog wearing a vest that says pathology

As he pins me to a board and sharpens his scalpel

Endless waves

A wave crashes into the rock wall

Spray explodes into the air

Slapping back onto the rocks

A moment of silence

The ocean takes a breath

Soon another wave hits

Relentless rhythmic rock smashing

The Ocean is slowly breaking down the wall

Aiming to reclaim the land where houses stand now

Homeowners build expensive rip rap walls

Hoping to stop the sea from washing their home away

But the sea has infinite patience

It will pound away for days, months and years

Slowly but steadily wearing away anything in its path

In addition there will be storms with high winds and big waves

Incremental damage will have weakened the structure

Allowing the storm to complete the job

Its a difficult balancing act for homeowners

Putting up defenses strong enough to withstand the storms

Investing just enough to buy a decade or so of protection

The sea does not care

He was here first and will do whatever he wants

Another wave crashes into the rocks

Green tea sandwich day, rinse and repeat?

NK And Sam

Today started with a cup of green tea

Hot, refreshing and invigorating

Soon after it was time for breakfast

A protein shake loaded with fruit and avocado for me

Others adopted for a more traditional English breakfast

Bacon sizzled while eggs cooked

A quick family meeting to plan the day

A visit to Treboh gardens was unilaterally chosen

It was only a 10 minute drive away

Strolling through tropical gardens in the late morning sun

Towering plants and a babbling brook formed a path to the beach

A rocky cove with pebbles lashed by gentle waves

It was used to load boats for the D Day landings

A small plaque commemorating those brave young men

Many of them perished on the Omaha beach

Plenty of folks sunbathing today

Only the brave dipped a toe into the chilly waters of the English Channel

Hunger pangs demanded attention

A beach side cafe was calling

Hot Cornish pasties were soon consumed

Followed by the obligatory ice cream

It always tastes better at the seaside

Happy young children ran along the beach

Chased by frazzled parents

We watched with amusement

Those days are now distant memories for us

A gentle stroll back up the hill

Frequent stops to admire the exotic plants

Small waterfalls sang to us

Soon we were back at the main entrance

Browsing the gift shop

A short drive to the Red Lion pub for a quick drink

Inevitably it morphed into a second drink and a full-on delicious pub grub dinner

A short ride back and we put the kettle on

Finishing the day with cup of green tea before bed

Dreams soon followed of sandwiching precious family memories between glorious cups of green tea

Rinse and repeat tomorrow?

waves end with 9 R’s

Gentle waves ambling shoreward

Sunlight gleams on every crest

The flickering army advances steadily

They seem to speed up close to land

Lapping the rocky shore with a hiss

Dissolving into a bubbly white foam

A champagne toast in celibration

Such a beautiful end to a long journey

Their job is done but others follow

Relentless, rhythmic, repetitive, rolling, rippling, rhapsodic, receding

A taste of Cornwall

tiddy oggy

granite cliffs stand proud against the tough coastal weather
the sea speaks in a pirate tongue
salt on the windows, tar in the ropes,
treasure washed up from shipwrecks

we drove down narrow lanes searching for Cornish pasties

a hot savory pie that locals call tiddy oggy

down near the harbor we bought a bag full to picnic up on the cliffs

as we broke open the crusty pastry,
steam escaped into the clifftop air
calling the gulls to circle like rampant thieves

the afternoon quest was to seek out cream teas with jam red as a sunset over St Ives
thick cream folded like sea foam on a beach at low tide
with our bellies full it was time to tell stories of pirates and Cornish heroes

Cornwall moves slowly
except for the wind
and stories of treasures
that never stay buried

the best way to experience Cornwall is to taste it

Just one more sunrise

She had trouble falling asleep

Tossing and turning

Staring into the darkness

Time passed slowly

Her heart beat faster

She became more anxious

Panicking about life and death

Praying for one more sunrise

Reflecting on the life she had lived

Regretting the mistakes and bad choices

Feeling guilty for breaking a few hearts along the way

Hoping to find forgiveness

Her heart beat faster

She closed her eyes and meditated

Peace and serenity rushed in

No longer afraid

Accepting her fate

Calmly waiting

Distant voices whispering

Opening her eyes slowly

A bright light shone into her mind

It was the sunrise she had prayed for

Unable to move or speak

A machine was pumping air into her lungs

She recognized her family around her

The doctors confirmed it was time

The breathing machine was switched off

Her family said their goodbyes

She was unable to communicate back

They understood

It was her last beautiful sunrise

Only mad dogs and Englishmen dare to sail across the North Sea

Black waters of the North Sea

trapped between the Atlantic Ocean and the Baltic Sea

the North Sea heaves without apology


in a constant state of anger and rage

traversing ships battle the frequent gales


their lights swallowed by rain and swells


while gulls hang motionless above black water

where metal sea spiders suck up oil reserves


Their rusty steel legs disappear into the cold depths


and the horizon tastes of salt, diesel, and old mariner’s faded dreams

Wonderful wonderful Bikenhagen

In Copenhagen they whisper “Welcome to Bikenhagen” where cyclists are the Knights of the road


Rivers of wheels hum through the rain but all obediently stop at every red light

Cyclists glide like weathered swans past cafés, bridges, and bright painted houses


Bells ring soft through Nordic dawns and cars drivers instantly surrender to the two wheeled army that occupies the city

In years gone by the Danish warlords conquered all before them with mighty swords

Today those swords have been melted down and turned into bicycle frames

Wonderful wonderful Bikenhagen