Can you believe it? A month with no blog. I'm embarrassed. It's not like nothing has been happening. It's just that my "routine" seems to leave little time for writing. Or else I am slothful. Possibly. Actually, for sure!
Let's see…mostly mild weather all month; no -30 days yet. I have kept up the week-day swimming with no angina mishaps. I just get tired after a half hour. I have rarely attempted a 45 minute swim, although I still have "plans" to do it in two parts, 25 minutes, rest, then 20 minutes. Sounds good when I say it. Feels different in the pool when I get to 25 minutes. I can hardly wait for the next five to be over so I can stop! Sloth? Lack of determination, mostly.
On the medical front, I finally had the cystoscopy, and that confirmed another surgery is coming on February 16, as I suspected. Not exactly major surgery, but serious enough. I've had two of these before, once in 1991, another a few years ago (I can't remember the year). That will mean three of four nights in the Red Deer Hospital - not my favourite place. I imagine a few more days at home, then back to normal. It says here.
Of more concern to me than physical sloth is the fact that I am having a difficult time focusing on anything as far as writing goes. Columns are hard now, as well as preparing for Sunday worship. Perhaps my rain telling me that, at 81, it's time to stop this stuff. I actually don't want to hear that. I'd like to keep on, but I am not sure where to find the motivation, or energy.
I keep looking at the books I need to cull, as well as my closet that needs weeding, but neither get done. I'm reading a lot. At the moment a really interesting book entitled What Soldiers Do. It's about (so far) the bad behaviour of the US army in France after the Normandy invasion in 1944. The researcher maintains that Yankee troops were much more destructive and contemptuous of the French than either the Brits or the Canadians. Lots of robbery, rape and general mayhem, with little intervention by the US military command. The author goes on examine the US attitude to France generally after the 1940 surrender of the French Army. Quite a fascinating read for a history buff.
We are slowly refocusing our attention on the move to Wetaskiwin. That won't happen for awhile, but many of our in-house actions move us in that direction. People who know are AMAZED that we don't plan on staying in Ponoka after Beatrix retires. I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "What would hold us here, in a community that is so conservative and (frankly) racist?" Wetaskiwin has three big factors in its favour. Our doctor is there, they have a great hospital, and a brand spanking new swimming pool! What more could I want?
Let's see…mostly mild weather all month; no -30 days yet. I have kept up the week-day swimming with no angina mishaps. I just get tired after a half hour. I have rarely attempted a 45 minute swim, although I still have "plans" to do it in two parts, 25 minutes, rest, then 20 minutes. Sounds good when I say it. Feels different in the pool when I get to 25 minutes. I can hardly wait for the next five to be over so I can stop! Sloth? Lack of determination, mostly.
On the medical front, I finally had the cystoscopy, and that confirmed another surgery is coming on February 16, as I suspected. Not exactly major surgery, but serious enough. I've had two of these before, once in 1991, another a few years ago (I can't remember the year). That will mean three of four nights in the Red Deer Hospital - not my favourite place. I imagine a few more days at home, then back to normal. It says here.
Of more concern to me than physical sloth is the fact that I am having a difficult time focusing on anything as far as writing goes. Columns are hard now, as well as preparing for Sunday worship. Perhaps my rain telling me that, at 81, it's time to stop this stuff. I actually don't want to hear that. I'd like to keep on, but I am not sure where to find the motivation, or energy.
I keep looking at the books I need to cull, as well as my closet that needs weeding, but neither get done. I'm reading a lot. At the moment a really interesting book entitled What Soldiers Do. It's about (so far) the bad behaviour of the US army in France after the Normandy invasion in 1944. The researcher maintains that Yankee troops were much more destructive and contemptuous of the French than either the Brits or the Canadians. Lots of robbery, rape and general mayhem, with little intervention by the US military command. The author goes on examine the US attitude to France generally after the 1940 surrender of the French Army. Quite a fascinating read for a history buff.
We are slowly refocusing our attention on the move to Wetaskiwin. That won't happen for awhile, but many of our in-house actions move us in that direction. People who know are AMAZED that we don't plan on staying in Ponoka after Beatrix retires. I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "What would hold us here, in a community that is so conservative and (frankly) racist?" Wetaskiwin has three big factors in its favour. Our doctor is there, they have a great hospital, and a brand spanking new swimming pool! What more could I want?
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