The art, adventures, wit (or lack thereof), verse, ramblings, lyrics, stories, rants & raves of Christopher R. Bakunas
Monday, February 27, 2017
Saturday, February 25, 2017
HS Graduation With My Mom
My favorite pic of my Mother & I. My Mom hated having her picture taken as she was not only extremely shy (a trait none of her children inherited), but she rarely smiled. Here she is, in front of the camera and somewhat smiling.
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Monday, February 20, 2017
The Hard Reality
The Doctors were blunt. My Mother was stable, and seemed to be getting better, but it was primarily due to the "pressers". "Pressers" are drugs used to bring low blood pressure and heart rates up, to assist a weakened heart with the job of pumping blood through the body.
Pressers, however, are not something that can be used indeterminately. Pressers begin to be a burden to the body after a short period of use, and if the body is not successfully weaned off the pressers, serious damage can be incurred.
Which can be fatal.
Of course, without the pressers, the heart can give out, which of course is also fatal.
My Mother, at a time when she was alert and lucid, signed a DNR, The Doctors explained that to us, and explained clearly what our options would be.
It has been a difficult past few days. I've tried to distract myself, I've tried to come to terms with the reality.
It has been hell.
Pressers, however, are not something that can be used indeterminately. Pressers begin to be a burden to the body after a short period of use, and if the body is not successfully weaned off the pressers, serious damage can be incurred.
Which can be fatal.
Of course, without the pressers, the heart can give out, which of course is also fatal.
My Mother, at a time when she was alert and lucid, signed a DNR, The Doctors explained that to us, and explained clearly what our options would be.
It has been a difficult past few days. I've tried to distract myself, I've tried to come to terms with the reality.
It has been hell.
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Saturday, February 18, 2017
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
She Told Him His Complexion Was Much Too Pale
For awhile there he had distorted his memories of her, and the time he had spent with her, into a magical, Hollywood-esque montage of non-stop dancing, endless shared sunsets, incomparable adventures and constant joy.
Gradually though the more-fantasy-than-reality memories of their time together began to fall away under the weight of the truth, and the truth was brutally cold & heartless.
Eventually, that's all that he was left with, and eventually that's what he became...brutally cold & heartless.
Gradually though the more-fantasy-than-reality memories of their time together began to fall away under the weight of the truth, and the truth was brutally cold & heartless.
Eventually, that's all that he was left with, and eventually that's what he became...brutally cold & heartless.
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Pictures Taken With A Potato At The Mustard Plug Concert Tonight
Went to the Mustard Plug show at the Gothic tonight, Hung out with Gordon, Christie, & Amyjeen. Missed the opener, All Waffle Trick, because I had to close, but $15.00 for three bands and one of them is Mustard Plug? Awesome deal!
The second opening act, The Beeves, a very raw, two days out of the garage, power trio with power to spare - just need a bit of seasoning.
Third on the bill, Younger Than Neil, an 8 piece combo. The lead vocalist had mod ska dancing down like nobody's business - though there were a few instances when he just appreared...epileptic.
The Headliner, Mustard Plug, straight outta Grand Rapids, tore it up as usual - though I was a bit distracted for much of their set. But the Fugazi cover - yeah, they blasted out a Fugazi cover, and Gordon and I pretty much went catatonic hearing it.
Friday, February 10, 2017
Thursday, February 9, 2017
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Monday, February 6, 2017
#203 Crush
I would try for you
I would try for you
I'd be happy just to have you along for the ride
To hear you sing along to the same songs as I
I will fly with you
I will fly with you
I will get round-trip tickets to someplace near
And even spring for the beer
I will play with you
I will play with you
I will put quarters in any video game and be your player two
But you better be ready to duel
See something that reminds me of you every once in awhile
Hear a song I know you like further down the dial
You might just get used to me
And possibly might want to stick around
I will most likely yearn for you
At least strongly desire you
I might even call you up instead of text
Lord knows what I'd do next
I will be sly for you
Work an off day or even a late shift for you
I will wear T-shirts with screen prints on them for you to see
You're just as kooky as me
Imitate a comedian that gets you laughing
Quote a movie line I know that will get you thinking
You might just get used to me
And possibly might want to stick around
I will make toast for you
I will wait in line for a movie with you
I will help you with the dishes...sometimes
I will play bar trivia with you
I will share my fries with you
I will stifle my desire to watch baseball for you
(but not if it's a play-off game or the World Series)
I'll sleep in with you
(unless I have to work)
To be going out with you
To be hanging out with you
'Cause I have nothing else better to do
Than just spend time with you
I would try for you
Friday, February 3, 2017
Thursday, February 2, 2017
Just Deal With It
Some people don't want to go home because
home is just a heartache
Or
they don't want to deal with the crap
Or
the disappointment is too much
Or
they don't want to be alone
Or
it's just too damn
risky
Or
they have no idea where home is
home is just a heartache
Or
they don't want to deal with the crap
Or
the disappointment is too much
Or
they don't want to be alone
Or
it's just too damn
risky
Or
they have no idea where home is