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MindSay wiki pages: Only the friends of namastelaoshi can edit this page. Before age 12, I know, there were two and possibly three times I suffered severe brain concussions. Both, the ones I am aware of, involved my head strikeing concreate.
The first occured when I was maybe, maybe...maybe...I, Ireally don't know now that I stop to think of it. Was it that they happened so close together that I may have been the same age for both? Could be.
Be that as it may I will not dwell on it here now because my inability discern the chronology and my ages at the time is really disconcerting for me. Indeed, it is upsetting bordering on nausea.
This topic has been a frequent topic of intrapersonal conversation [me talking to me] over time. My quandry is if and, if so, to what degree have those two severe concussions impacted my mental ability and or capacity in cognigtive, emotional, intelilgence or whatever functionnality.
Truly, I feel strongly that I am lacking in some, if not several realms of mental functioning. I find or have found, over the years, that somethings are beyond my comprehension when it seems, to me anyway, others or "everybody knows that". Yes, I often feel stupid about various things. Yes, often and vividly consciously so.
It is like, "Why don't I know this? Why can't I comprehend this thing? If it is so clear to others why is my cognition so muddled?" Then the adverse of all these questions is true. I mean, like: "If I know this thing to be so why do not others understand it as I do? Why is I can comprehend this and others are so mystified?" Like that; ya know? - David
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I totally don't mind if you post a reply on my blog, to something that I have posted, but if all you want me to do is see what you left on someone else's blog, then all you have to do is tell me to go look at your reply to that person.
♥ Wendy
♥ Wendy
My small dog, Dou Dou [pronounced Dough Dough and means Bean Bean] even came back for a couple of visits and stayed overnight the night-before-last.
He had been threatening to move out for over a year now. I guess he just could not take it anymore as things got progressively worse here. I am a hoarder, if ya haven't guessed or figured that out yet.
So many times DD told me in exasperation and sometimes in anger: David, if you are going to live like a pig then get a pig to live with you. I am not a pig! I heard the same thing from my dog Wolf back in Michigan before I moved to China in a self-imposed-political-exile.
Now Wolf lives with friends in Grand Rapids and DD spends most of his time with and in the home of his other family: Suzy and her mother and father. They live in another apartment building just a 90 second walk from my garden gate. It is true. He rarely ever spends the night here anymore. He feels, to use a Chinese term, "not good" about this circumstance; I know that.
He is a proud little dog. Most can see that in his walk and the way he presents himself at the heavy, tall iron security gate in the wall which surrounds the 100 year old, four story German built apartment building in which I live. The Queens own guard would have praise for the way he solemnly presents himself there as he observes the passings and goings-on in his small domain.
Yet, when he kind of slinks away at the end of a day to be in the home of Suzy, her mom and dad he does so, if I am present and calling him back, he does so with his head lowered and his tail down and frequently with a forlorn look back at me over his shoulder as he moves away.
Oh, he still loves. There is no doubt about this. When I walk the minute-and-a-half to their building and call his name up to their second floor apartment or twice clap a loud pop of my hands together I can here his yelps and squeals of delight.
Then, when he is released, he quickly down the flight of stairs and up on his hind feet and dancing with joy in front of me before he takes to biting at and chewing on my feet and or shoes when I allow him that pleasure.
I am fine here my friend. I am fine here.
In pursuit of wisdom, sanity, truth and peace, David Tecumseh Schmidt
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here's you a happy hug!
