TERRY MOSHER
At the risk of sounding morbid, I am heading down the path of life as I think it is in the natural progression of things. I’m a person who is very much in tune with his life, surroundings and his body. I know about where I’m at in the natural order of life, which can make it fun at times and at times scare the heck out of me.
What set me off in his mood was just now listening to The Platters on a doo-wop recording from the 1950s. They are singing “Only You”
“Only you can make this world seem right
Only you can make the darkness bright
Only you and you alone
Can thrill me like you do
And fill my heart with love for only you
Only you can make this change in me
For it’s true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
I understand the magic that you do
You’re my dream come true
My one and only you
Only you can make this change in me
For it’s true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
I understand the magic that you do
You’re my dream come true
My one and only you”
I’m in a stage now where most of my dreams are gone and I’ve reduced my self down to looking out the window at the birds, squirrels and the occasional raccoon scrambling through the branches. From high above I also see the Bald Eagle that is consistently being harassed by local crows. It escapes them by circling higher and higher until the crows run out of oxygen and can go no higher.
That reminds me that a few years ago while out walking around our neighborhood I watched as over a dozen crows harassed this eagle. Finally, the eagle took a sudden dive down toward the water as if it was a dive bomber during World War II. The crows tried to follow, but the movement by the eagle was so sudden they lost contract and the eagle, likely smiling, escaped.
I clapped in appreciation of the brilliant maneuver.
But now I have no such trick up my sleeve. I’ve been recovering for other a month now from a major procedure and it doesn’t seem like I’m progressing to the point where I can suddenly dive bomb whatever ails me and escape the pain.
I don’t know if this is the ending of my life progression, but it’s closing in. My doctors – and there seems to be more and more of them – keep telling me I have a long life in front of me, but that is what they are educated to say by their schools and by their lawyers. So we’ll see. But right now I can’t see me dive bombing away from it all.
In the midst of this, I can’t bring forth dreams to escape the reality. I used to be able to do that, but not now. What ticks me off is this collection of expert doctors can’t seem to find anything wrong with me that would contribute to the pain I feel. I don’t know what schools they attended, but maybe they skipped an important class or two during their stay at them.
So it goes for me. I summon what energy I have to keep going as best as possible. I’m an A-type plus, plus, plus personality and not being able to work as much as I’m used to is driving me nuts. I had to have grown son mow the lawn a week ago, but I’m determined not to let him do it again even if I have an EMT standing by while I do it this time.
The sad part is that my birthday and Father’s Day are a week apart and my extended family hovered about for my birthday expecting me to get up and dance the way through it, and I couldn’t. I was a party pooper for my birthday, was a quieter than usual participant for Michael’s high school graduation and now tomorrow I’m facing the prospect of being a sideline participant in Father’s Day.
What I need is an injection of testosterone that allows a guy like George Bush the elder to parachute out of a plane on his 90th birthday. Only the way I feel right now, I would forego the parachute.
Be well pal.
Be careful out there.
Have a great day.
You are loved.
