I received a forwarded e-mail today from a friend in Arizona. I normally delete forwards but this fellow and a fellow in Kentucky named Verlin are pretty selective about that stuff so I usually look at anything I receive from either of them. This e-mail was entitled ‘awesome pictures’ and was a selection of National Geographic photos of wildlife. After opening this, I was once again reminded that I’m just fooling myself when I get to imagining I’m a pretty good picture taker.
I decided I should tell my friend that he brought my ambitions back to earth where they belong with a short e-mail. Instead, I wandered off in my morning musings as old people are wont to do. After looking at what I sent him, I also decided to share this with anyone who might stray onto (into?) these pages.
I was looking at some pictures I took on our adventures over the past eight years and just when I was thinking I could maybe make a little money as a photographer, you had to send me the National Geographic pictures. Oh well…
How are things in Sedona? I’m sitting here in Indy on an overcast, muggy morning wondering if Carole got to Seattle okay. She and her sister went out to see our son Joe. The last I heard from her was at nine last night when they were rushing to make their connection in Atlanta. I suppose they must have made it.
I am planning to help my son Jason work on the plumbing in his house today. I have been putting it off all summer but I can’t put it off much longer. I also should be going to a funeral this morning for a fellow I met in my Mended Hearts support group but I have already been to three funerals this summers for a classmate, a sister and the husband of my high school girlfriend. I am about funeraled out.
On Monday night, I had a long conversation about all these passings with a new friend I made at the support group. He had a heart transplant 19 years ago and together with his wife, has spent most of that time working with other people with heart disease. Trying to put a positive slant on this became their life for a long time.
One by-product of this mission is that they have mourned the passing of a lot of folks over that nineteen years. Their secret to handling grief is that they have taught themselves not to look at a future without someone but rather, to appreciate whatever time they did get with a person. Not a bad way to deal with one of life’s two inevitable requirements.
Good God, I am getting kind of maudlin as I sit here waiting on the rain to start and watching our dog lick herself. It occurs to me as she stretches to reach a distant orifice that it’s probably a good thing that God, in his or her infinite wisdom, did not give human beings this capability. Lordy, Lordy. You think we’ve got some perverted practices out there now? Imagine how much bigger the La-z-Boy company would have had to make their recliners.
This morning, I also looked over a story I am wanting to write but every time I get into it, something else more pressing comes along. That’s too bad because I have found that writing, like exercise or playing golf or eating donuts, gets easier the more you do of it. I should start.
Now that I’ve read this, I think I will share some of it on my weblog. I have decided to concentrate on the geetwo weblog for my electronic social networking efforts rather than spend very much time with FaceBook. I have found that I like the personal contact better and a web log comes closer to this with the friends we have made around the country. Besides, I am just too old to get into some of FaceBook’s more popular features, with electronic food fights being one of the first things that come to mind.
It’s starting to sprinkle so I better get inside.
See you around the campfire.
To all the rest of you, including my FaceBook friends, if you want to see the photos, let me know and I will forward them to you. I will also let you in on a little secret from my professional life. I’ve got about 750 words here, a good start on the 1000 words I need to produce for my weekly newspaper gig. A little reworking here, add a joke there, make up something funny about Carole (Susie) and a hopefully interesting column is born. Hell, I might even get two out of it.