Dick Summer Connection

Batching it sucks. For those of you who aren’t familiar with New York eese…batching is the way a guy lives when his partner isn’t around. I used to have to do it when I was on the air, and also running the hypnotherapy office in New York. Lots of times I’d have to stay over night after the last client, because I was on the air early in the morning. And my Lady needed to be home with the kids.

Some of the guys at the station did the old wink wink nudge nudge routine when they knew I was batching it…as when the wife’s away the husband will play. I always just wanted to play with Lady Wonder Wench…even when there when major league opportunities for fun and games presented themselves. And that happens most nights in Manhattan.

We now live in a nice little house, on a pretty hillside in Pennsylvania. Good neighbors…especially Randy and Bernadette and their son Joe and daughter Emily next door. It’s a fine place, for a good life. Bill the mail guy usually drops in for a quick cup of coffee and an off color joke or two if he has time. Susan, who runs the little post office around the corner is a friend of ours. She even made me a home made pot roast the other night, which was a nice break from the tv dinners. Our kids live in different states, but they all manage to make it here for visits as often as they can. The guys at the little airport where I base my plane are…guys…real guys. Real friends. It’s a good place for a good life.

But without Lady Wonder Wench…I don’t mean to gross you out…but life is a little like my friend Tim’s breath. Tim has a terrible problem with the bottle. Gin is his poison of choice. He’s a talented failure. You probably know somebody like Tim. It’s really sad. He’s not a bar hopper. He drinks at home… alone. He was married, but his wife left him last year. And even when he’s getting his coffee at the 7-11 down the street…there’s a little trace of last night’s poison on his breath. It reminds me of life without Lady Wonder Wench.

The house is a little messy, but it’s not a disaster. If you work it right, a guy doing some batching can make do with only one fork, and one cup. You need the cup for your orange juice, milk and beer. Tv dinners come with their own plastic dish. You can spread peanut butter and jelly on bread with a fork just as well as you can with a knife, and after you’re finished eating, you can rinse off the fork, and even scratch your back with it…but it’s more sanitary to scratch your back first…then wash it. That way it’s ready for the next tv dinner.

All in all…she’s going to come home…eventually. And I’m getting by ok. The Binder Brothers are my main clients, and we’ve been friends for years…so they understand that I’m sometimes a little late with things they need right now. All in all…it’s going to be ok.

I just feel like I’m running around outside myself trying to find my way back in again.

Dick’s details quiz. All answers are in the current podcast at www.DickSummer.com

1- Why do you want to keep ping pong balls out of your toilet ?

2- How can you tell when a Russian is lying ?

3- At the end of what kind of physical do you least want to hear the word “ooops?”

Scoring:

3- Right – Dining with a beautiful woman at the Four Seasons.

2- Right – Lunch with a beautiful woman at McDonalds.

1- Right – P.B. & J on whole wheat and a cup of coffee alone.

0- Right – Darfur.

Lots of thanks again…to lots of folks…some of whom I’ve never actually met in person…who have been very understanding about how whacko I’ve gone since Lady Wonder Wench got hurt. I’m beginning to get a grip again…my grip has always been a little slippery I guess…but I’m beginning to be able to get a handle again. And to answer the question at the top of every one of the Louie-Louie Generation ladies list…yes…I have been eating. In fact this morning when I got out of the shower and looked in the bathroom mirror, I saw what appeared to be my head sitting on top of what appeared to be a towel clad rhinoceros. That’s a genetic problem in my family. I was born with an 18 inch waist, but a 54 inch mouth. That’s why I had to become a disch jockey. But I really do have to get back to the push ups and the bike.

All in all the words of Big Louie his own bad self come time mind when he said:

Things won’t be the way you remember them again,

Although that’s what you might hope.

Things are just what they are for now,

So be careful or you’ll slip on the soap.

 Please…don’t slip on the soap.

 

Dick Summer

Status report: She’s doing at least as well as can be expected from such traumatic injuries. She’s able to take a few steps with a walker, and she recognizes people. She’s going to make it. But it’s going to be a long, nasty road back.

You get lots of time to think in a hospital. And while I’ve sat there holding my Lady’s hand, I was thinking about a vacation Annie and I were always going to take…and never did. The current podcast is how I want it to work out. And I’m planning on seeing to it that it happens as soon as she’s up to it.

Lots of you reacted to the podcast about my complete loss of trust in God since this happened. Guess I need to be clearer about that. I told you my Lady’s middle name is Annie, and I often call her that. Annie has never…to my knowledge… done anything to hurt anybody, any animal, or any other creature. She’s human…and she’s made some mistakes. But she’s never done anything to hurt anybody. That makes her completely innocent in my book.

All religions I know teach that God looks after the innocent. In this case, and in lots of other cases… all over the world…that’s simply not true. God has been completely indifferent to Annie…and to millions of other good people.

So I have come to terms with God’s indifference. And if God is indifferent to me, I shall forever be indifferent right back. I simply don’t care about God any more.

Having said that…I care big time…even more than before…about the powerful caring so many of you have shown.

Thank you.

Dick Summer

Some very well meaning people have said, “Thank the Lord for taking care of her…He didn’t let her die.” To them I say, “I understand and fully appreciate your generous expressions of good will, but I would thank the Lord more sincerely if He didn’t let her get hurt in the first place.”

She never hurt any one. She’s the most honest human being on two feet. All she ever wanted was to love and be loved in return.

I don’t want to get into it right now. It’s late, and I’m very tired, and very angry, and very scared.

I did put a podcast up, and if you’d like to know more about it, please go to www.DickSummer.com/podcast/latest  I genuinely hope you’ll do that. Because, I would appreciate it if anybody could explain to me why I should ever trust God again.

Dick Summer