Headline: The Move is On!
The summer/fall saga of our Big Move continues. Actually it is beginning its final phase and things are just going swimmingly. In just a few weeks Rosemarie and I will move after 23-years of living in our home on the east coast of South Florida. A new family is buying our house. They have twin boys, age 7, and I am so pleased because this is the perfect house for a young family. They are as excited as we are as they look forward to living in their new home. And that is exactly what Rosemarie and I are excited about too. We closed a deal over the weekend and by the end of the year we will be living in Naples on the west side of South Florida. As the saying goes…don’t you just love it when a plan comes together!
Now comes the hard part: the final packing and purging. We have some furniture we have to sell and lots of stuff to toss when Rosemarie isn’t looking. She is the hoarder, I the purger. It’s an ongoing battle between us when it comes to reducing our worldly goods! We are going from over 2100 square feet down to 1350. So there will be a lot of “stuff” not making the trip. Trouble is, about 75% of it is already packed so we will have to wait until we unpack to have a purge party. After 23 years of living in the same house I am sure you can imagine all the things you accumulate.
Headline: 11-Year-Old Embarrasses 74-Year-Old
She is 11 years old. She lives next door and has for several years. Her name is…is…is–well, that’s the problem. I forget what her name is. I remember asking her father to remind me. He did. It was good for the moment, but then I forgot it again. So the other evening she ran up to me with a copy of one of my books that I had given her a year or two ago. She asked me to sign it. Usually when an author signs a book in this situation, he would write “To–whomever.” Trouble is, my feeble memory could not pull out this particular “whomever,” even if my next bowl of ice cream counted on it. I simply wrote a short sentence or two and signed it. That was wrong. I spent the rest of the day beating myself up over it. I should have been honest and admitted I forgot her name. So, what to do? Today, when I see her, I will tell her to go get her book. Then I will fess up, ask her for her name and add it above what I wrote. Oh the guilt an 11 year-old-can meticulously embed in your soul.
Headline: Feelin’ Good!
I have heard plenty of horror stories about people who have had spinal surgery. That is why I had put up with with so much pain for four years while attempting to find a cure for my achy breaky back. I had nerve blocks, pain pills, people walk on my back, witch doctors rattle beads over it, etc. etc. Nothing helped. I was in agony. Finally, I gave in and went to a spinal clinic where I met the great Dr. Asghar. He showed me, me—the real me exposed in x-rays that featured my arthritic spine. It did not run straight up and down like it is supposed to. Instead, it was one big “S” curve and some of the vertebrae were rubbing against each other because the cartilage that was once between them was long gone. So, on June 25th Dr. Asghar sliced a hole in the side of my body and dumped Home Depot into my lower back. Even as soon as I awoke in the recovery room the horrendous pain I had been living with for so long was G O N E ! I’ve had the usual healing sensitivities and other post-surgery annoyances since then, but nothing like before. And about two weeks ago I came to realize I was feeling “normal.” It’s true, I told myself. This is how I used to feel. I am not taking it for granted, believe me. I realize my arthritis hasn’t stopped its dirty deeds, but for now I feel great and I shall sit up, stand up, and bend over every day and appreciate that I can not only do these movements once more, but that I can do them pain-free.
Well, that’s all the news from my little household here in South Florida. By the way, NOW is the time to visit here. The weather is spectacular this time of year and will continue so until around April. And it’s even quieter too since the hum of air conditioners seems to have all but disappeared. Cool!