dontravis.com blog post #602
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TIME
This started out as a short
story but ended up something entirely different. As I sat down to write my blog
this week, I wanted to tear out what little hair I have left just to find the
time to complete it… on time. Normally, I write my posts on the weekend before
the Thursday 5:00 a.m. posting date. Now it’s Wednesday night and I’m out of
it. Out of what? Time, of course.
Time. Time, time, time…. When
you’re a kid it seems to stretch out endlessly before you. At my age, there
never seems to be enough of it, and the horizon isn’t as far distant as it once
was. Even the nature of time has changed. In the carefree kiddy days, it was
loafing. Loafing so much, you struggled to find things to fill your time.
Then it became working… and struggling. Struggling to find the time to
do your things.
Now, its struggling to find
the energy to do your things. And what does that equate to? Not enough
energy, things take longer to get done, and, of course, that translates once
again to time.
I keep asking this question,
but, as yet, I haven’t found the right sage to give me the answer: How do days
go so slowly when weeks, months, years fly by at an accelerating rate of speed?
So this week, I’m admitting
failure and simply putting my thoughts (bitches) on paper. I am of a certain
age, yet reasonably healthy (if I’d quit falling down). I’ve outlived my parents,
my wife, one son, a brother, countless other relatives, and a ton of friends
and acquaintances. Why? I have no idea.
My lifestyle is not
particularly healthy. I’m sedentary, overweight (but not as bad as I once was),
eat packaged foods, drive too fast (once again, not as bad as when I was
younger), and was sickly as a child.
Although eight years older
than my sister and eleven years older than my surviving brother, I suspect I’m
healthier than both. Why?
Can’t put it down to “good
genes.” They have the same ones I do.
Lifestyle? They hunted and
fished and hiked forest trails while I sat at the typewriter (and later the
computer) and wrote stories.
Nurturing? I lost my wife in 2009
and have lived alone for the last fourteen-plus years. They each have loving,
supportive spouses.
My children? Well, my elder,
Clai, passed away January 22, 2021 from sepsis. His heart compaction rate was
so low, he couldn’t push liquids through the kidneys and the liver. He lived a
life tortured by a Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID). In my day, we called
it Multiple Personality Disorder. Additionally, he was disabled by a spine that
looked like an “S.”
My younger son (whom I won’t
name as he would likely take a hatchet to me for publicly discussing his
problems), is disabled by failed back surgery and has lived with constant pain
for over thirteen years. As if that weren’t enough, he’s suffered a heart
attack (fortunately while standing in the waiting room at Presbyterian
Hospital). This week and last week, I went with him through the laborious
process of moving his health care to the Veterans Administration. These last
few days have been stressful for both of us. And as I’ve said, I ain’t moving
so fast these days.
Ergo, this pitiful post about
time. But it does give a bit of insight into this guy that some of you have
been reading for years.
Forgive me and don’t give up on me. I’ll post something more interesting next week.
Stay safe and stay strong.
Now my
mantra: Keep on reading and keep on writing. You have something to say…
so say it!
A link
to The Cutie-Pie Murders:
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ambxgy7e5ndmimk/CutiePieMurders%5BThe%5D.zip?dl=0
My
personal links:
Email: don.travis@aol.com.
Facebook: www.facebook.com/donald.travis.982
Twitter: @dontravis3
See you next Thursday.
Don
New Posts every Thursday morning at 6:00 a.m. US Mountain time.
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