Back in the Thick of Things
11/08/17 19:37
Welcome back, Johnny boy. You're there now so you have to say something. Anything. Anything at all. All sabbaticals come to an end sooner or later until they don't. This sabbatical is no different. Self imposed I might add. I just walk away. And then, for no particular reason, I'm back in the thick of things. I wonder sometimes if it has anything to do with the changing of seasons. There might be some merit to that. It energizes me. It welcomes me. Maybe it should concern me that it has nothing to do with what is happening around me. In other words, it has more to do with the passing of time, or in this case the seasons, than it does with the passing of life itself. In a way, that's good. I'm not here, after all, to chronicle anything and I don't feel the need to put everything under the sun in writing for posterity sake or any other such reason. That's just nonsense. I feel like I should be have a qualifier in this here so called journal like they do in the movies or in books I've read. For example, "This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental." That should do the trick.
That might be a slight exaggeration. I make plenty of references to people that I know or who know me and that's just fine. I doubt if any one or more of them bothers to see what if anything I've said about them and you can clearly see in how I write about those people that I don't care what they think. You can't be bothered with such things if you are going to write honestly and from the heart.
Speaking of which, Mrs G was asking about Evan last week when we visited her in Exeter. She wondered when she might see him if at all. It was a wistful wonder and it was hard to say one way or another if that was in the cards anytime soon. Nancy may have replied, "it's up to Evan." You know how it is with kids his age. They are so busy with their own lives that they seldom think of others sometimes and as unfair as that seems it is nonetheless true. Evan is back home after being away the better part of the week with friends. He never told us where he was going, how long he was going to be gone, or whether or not we should leave the porch light on for him in the event he decided to come home without letting us know ahead of time. So, we mentioned that his grandmother was asking for him and he acknowledged the comment but said little else. Just so you know, this is all in character for Evan. This anonymity thing seems to have a certain appeal to him that is quite frankly maybe a little odd and for the most part pretty darn unshakeable. We'll have to see where this goes. He's his own man now.
I would hasten to add that before he left for the week he tweaked his neck while taking a shower and complained vociferously that it was not a pleasant sensation and might need some attention at some point. Being away for the week did nothing to change that and he is as uncomfortable as ever. We'll be off to see a specialist today to see one way or another if this requires further treatment or if it is just taking longer than usual to mend on its own. He is walking like he has a neck brace on but he doesn't so mobility seems to be an issue. So much so in fact that he is probably incapable of driving the car. If you can't look to the right and then to the left you may be a danger to both yourself and those around you on road. And all of this happened in the shower? Say what? I noticed that he wasn't up during the night to take his starch so I hope it is nothing more than he was just sleeping soundly after a week of maybe not getting much sleep and he was just catching up. We'll know soon enough.
That might be a slight exaggeration. I make plenty of references to people that I know or who know me and that's just fine. I doubt if any one or more of them bothers to see what if anything I've said about them and you can clearly see in how I write about those people that I don't care what they think. You can't be bothered with such things if you are going to write honestly and from the heart.
Speaking of which, Mrs G was asking about Evan last week when we visited her in Exeter. She wondered when she might see him if at all. It was a wistful wonder and it was hard to say one way or another if that was in the cards anytime soon. Nancy may have replied, "it's up to Evan." You know how it is with kids his age. They are so busy with their own lives that they seldom think of others sometimes and as unfair as that seems it is nonetheless true. Evan is back home after being away the better part of the week with friends. He never told us where he was going, how long he was going to be gone, or whether or not we should leave the porch light on for him in the event he decided to come home without letting us know ahead of time. So, we mentioned that his grandmother was asking for him and he acknowledged the comment but said little else. Just so you know, this is all in character for Evan. This anonymity thing seems to have a certain appeal to him that is quite frankly maybe a little odd and for the most part pretty darn unshakeable. We'll have to see where this goes. He's his own man now.
I would hasten to add that before he left for the week he tweaked his neck while taking a shower and complained vociferously that it was not a pleasant sensation and might need some attention at some point. Being away for the week did nothing to change that and he is as uncomfortable as ever. We'll be off to see a specialist today to see one way or another if this requires further treatment or if it is just taking longer than usual to mend on its own. He is walking like he has a neck brace on but he doesn't so mobility seems to be an issue. So much so in fact that he is probably incapable of driving the car. If you can't look to the right and then to the left you may be a danger to both yourself and those around you on road. And all of this happened in the shower? Say what? I noticed that he wasn't up during the night to take his starch so I hope it is nothing more than he was just sleeping soundly after a week of maybe not getting much sleep and he was just catching up. We'll know soon enough.