I don't know:



Woulda?  Coulda?  Shoulda?



Denise's "doggie-stylist" as wooden doll?  Anyone to risk splinters?



Kyle's thump-thump dawn-break woodpecker drilling?



Bobby's lament of ancient wood-stock gone soft?



So we charge up hill in full-suited armor, wooden lances a-tilt.



Pace.  Peace.



Pax.  Pox?



Escape?



Ca(r)p(e) Diem?



Gripe.  Gripe.  Gripe.



Grip. Grip. Grip.



A strong hand?  Pen in hand ?  The mind holds what the hand cannot.



Everything's temporary (though pain seems to take forever).



I really don't know what's worth the effort.  I only know I keep making the

effort.  The results stay arbitrary.



ISM



Date:         Thu, 20 May 1999 14:29:43 -0500

From:         Bobby Greer <[log in to unmask]>

Subject:      Re: Morning Wood



Now, now, Kyle!! I am afraid that at my age Denise's conotation is more apt

than

yore's, except on rare occasions!!

Bobby





>Well, Denise, if you're a guy, "morning wood" can have more than one

>meaning. Eh, gents?

>

>So far, opiates, stretching and a hot shower are the only methods that

>get me ambulatory in the am.

>

>-Kyle

>

>Denise D. Goodman wrote:

>>

>> NO!  Now let's get those two-toned minds back into focus because this

>>post is

>> about how a cp body feels especially stiff and wooden in the morning.

Other

>> than pounding down some medication and sitting on the heating pad for 1/2

an

>> hour, does anyone have any suggestions how to avoid feeling like a wooden

>> doll every morning?

>>

>> It gets to the point where I hate to open my eyes and start a new day.  I

>> feel like my body has 120,000 miles on it, and I'm trying to turn it over

>> without any oil, in February, in Fargo!  What do the rest of the

"oldsters"

>> do to overcome this feeling?

>>

>> Denise- Who is still waiting for her engine to get warm