Just the other night I?was driving myself to the ER. Right after 12 am on a rez road I?looked up to the sky when 3 bright lights flashed in a row and I?thought, "Wow, what was that." It was coming closer to me. It made no sound and when I looked up the side of my windshield on the right it was just above the trees. The white light had turned blue by now. I thought about getting out of the car and looking at it more but I?got a chill and decided to just keep going. The craft, whatever it was, made no noise and flew too slowly to be an airplane. And it was not a helicopter because it was silent. I’ve told yoov before and I?annoy even myself by repeating it, but "they" are here and in fact, some tribal nation creation stories say that we Indians come from the stars. I’m just mad at the aliens who inflicted upon this earth the perpetrators and practitioners of a culture of greed and wealth. When I?think of good people, I?think of what they do, not what they have.
By the time I got to the ER I was in desperate pain from my broken arm. Broken arm? What? Again? Yes my friends, the crazy wild woman has a broken humerus bone on my right arm but there is nothing funny about it.
Everything went exactly wrong. One morning while getting up for work I reached for my alarm clock and couldn’t reach it with my left arm, so I reached with my right arm and slid off the bed and broke my arm. It took me an hour to get up and call 911. And during my stay in the hospital the doctor couldn’t get to the hospital because of a flood.
When I finally did have surgery I?had a medal plate inserted into my arm. This is the second repair job I’ve had this year. I’m usually stopped at the Airport and checked anyway, but at least now there is a reason. I?think I’m going to start wearing a helmet and full body armour.
Just the day before I broke my arm I?killed a spider. It was on my ceiling looking all mean at me, probably planning where to put its next bite. I had spider bites and I?wasn’t about to have anymore, so I took some household cleaner and I sprayed it and rolled it up in a paper towel when it fell, and threw it out the back door. Karma sucks. If I had been a spider I?still would have seven appendages to work with, not just one.
The insect world must be out to get me because when I?try to sit on my postage-stamp-sized back porch I get mugged by hornets. And one particular hornet must be assigned to me because it comes out, looks at me, buzzes furiously at me, leaves, and a mere second later I’m surrounded by a swarm of angry, mean-ass bugs. So during my current home recovery from the latest accident I can’t even sit outside and enjoy what little summer time there is up in Rezberry.
I?know that I’m always yelling about electricity and stuff and I?have lately made a pact with myself to not buy anything un-needed, that is to say that I?will only buy stuff when it breaks down. And just to top things off my converter box for my TV broke, so I?have no idea what going on in the world. But somehow the lack of bad news has helped me feel better.
The other day I was going outside to get my mail. I have to walk way down a dirt driveway to get to the mailbox. Halfway down the road I saw a bunch of little Indian kids. The oldest one might have been nine or so, and he was carrying a plastic dish tub that obviously had something in it. As we met at the road I asked what was in the tub. The young boy said, "A turtle." I peered into the tub and saw the turtle and I?asked the little kid what he was gonna do with it. I?didn’t think that they were gonna play kick ball with it but his answer made me smile. He said, "We are going to go put it in the swamp where we found it."
I thought of my own care free summer days and the adventures and all the creatures that I?collected as a kid. It brings me back to one particular summer day when I?had been outside and I?caught a grasshopper. I wanted to keep it for a pet so I went to the kitchen and found a large glass jar. It was bigger then a pickle jar with a metal cap on top. I took a big knife and as I?was punching holes in the cap the knife slipped and I cut my left ring finger about an inch across the knuckles. I?thought it was just a little cut and tried to stop the bleeding but the blood just kept flowing. I went and got my mom who took me to the emergency room. The doctor gave me a couple of stitches. I?guess I?should say the point of all this is leave them insects alone because they will get you.
I was on my way to work when I slipped and hurt my back. I?slid out of bed and broke my arm while getting up to go to work. Now I?have to ask myself, am I?supposed to be working at all? Indians place a big importance on signs.