Reaching forward and backwards

Its come to me after a 17 day absence that I simply need to write weblog posts.  So many things come and go in a day that without blogging, I seem to miss the measure of them because I cannot live them vicariously again when I blog them.  Age has this determining affect on you and I think as I’ve grown older, I’ve wanted to get more of a keen zest from the things I do; but it gets more difficult at the same time to get that.  Physical deterioration and even mental loss plagues us all as we age.  Even graceful aging takes its toll and I find that things I used to do are not the same if I try them now.  Now I enjoy quieter passtimes with a few friends and a beer.  Before as an archeologist I traveled, nomaded to various ports of call, reached to a zenith and then pulled back.

Its always a case of pulling back when you reach the point.  Sometimes its the point of no return and other times its the point of “know return”.  You know the return from the gambit and gamble yet its worth it.

My wonderful wife, that most of significant of significant others had a coronary angiogram or heart cath if you use the medical terminologies.  There was a risk of an occluded artery at the heart.  It was a week of tears, worry, significant emotional issues.  Then the hospital called and said the date had been wrong and it was the next day.  Suddenly, all the issues piled up and we dealt with it gracefully.  I’ve reached the conclusion in my advancing age that I need her to help me get through all the big and little adventures that life tosses.

After 17 days of no-blog reality, I’m glad to be back.  I feel constipated with worthless blog posts.  So hang on and hang out.  I’ll try to make each one at least have a small bubble of something you can take away.  Perhaps you’ll find some minimal truth in my adventures that will make yours seem better, different, worthwhile…

And then again, perhaps not.