DAVID ZENT – Writings, Images & Inspiration
“It is never too late to be what you once might have been.”
– George Nathan
Have stage…will fill it…
Hope you gain something positive from my writings…
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JUST A QUICK PLEA FOR PRAYER…
JUST A QUICK PLEA FOR PRAYER…
Today at noon I go back under Dr. Trang’s scalpel to complete some surgery that we missed last round. The pain of opening my eyes has been excruciating because of a drainage tube in a very bad place; I have been blind for two weeks and medication has been a necessity. I’ll be very glad to have that stop! My love and prayers to all. Catch you on the flip!
A KMC KINDA DAY!
A KMC KINDA DAY! I'm lying on a gurney in the surgical room at Kern Medical Center, naked except for this backless gown recently seen on the catwalk during fashion week. You know the one. I look fabulous. High heels and a handbag complete my carefree look,...
OUR LOVE IS HERE TO STAY!
OUR LOVE IS HERE TO STAY!
(But this thing in my eye is a goner…)
Well, hello there, strangers! It’s been quite some time since I have written of my adventures, but I assure you there have been a few good reasons.
First, however, I thought I’d post a Valentine video of my toothless acapella version of OUR LOVE IS HERE TO STAY (Facebook video link), a song first taught to me by the unmatchable Mary Osborn Scaffidi, one of the First Ladies of Jazz who actually lived here in Bakersfield . . .
HOME FOR THE HOLIDAY!
HOME FOR THE HOLIDAY!
Thanksgiving is my day.
Here I am back in Bakersfield, arriving from Hilo, Hawaii on a Quixotic (and more exactly, chaotic) journey only made possible through the kindness of a number of friends.
The emotions are nearly overpowering; chief among them is the gratitude I feel at the opportunity to be here again.
I’ve been in the jungle for six months, in very primitive conditions, and the prospect of actually sleeping mosquito-free on a mattress now has an allure comparable to ecstasy . . .
LET ME INTRODUCE MY STAPH…
LET ME INTRODUCE MY STAPH... This is 'L' week...laundry, library, and laying around lazily. In other words, not much getting done, but I have a viable excuse. I been sick! In the jungle, there is no escape from bugs of every description, and I am...
IN HONOR OF HALLOWEEN…
IN HONOR OF HALLOWEEN... And at the urging of a few friends, here is the whole text of my short supernatural adventure: THE WALKING TREES (Told in two installments; maybe three, if I live through it...) We had an energetic, even jittery full moon...
PART THREE: THE WALKING TREES
PART THREE: THE WALKING TREES (Final installment for now! But only Pele knows for sure...) I was surrounded by the Hawaiians of old, to whom I must have seemed as curious as they did to me, and was standing on the bayfront of my beloved Hilo town as it was...
FORCE OF NATURE
FORCE OF NATURE Yesterday I wrote a bit on the importance of the sound of rain as a kind of mental harbor from the storms of cancer treatment. Funny, but last night we had an actual storm tear up a bunch of the land and shelter here on the Organic...