Ain’t It Always The Way?
May 8, 2012 by rtwsenior
Life is zooming along in the fast lane again, now that I am not complaining about my 6-weeks-post-surgery shoulder. I have forgotten about that arm being any different from the other one although it will be October before the medical world will consider it completely healed. So, please forget about my last blog which did, however, manage to capture some momentary exquisite pain. It’s good reporting, at least.
The irony is that over the past two days, in the interests of promoting my book while I am in The States, I have applied for all sorts of interviews and guest appearances suggested by Steve Harrison’s Reporter Connection emails and I’ve suggested that they check out both of my websites to learn just how strong and young I am at age 74. Theoretically, this will prove that I’m staring Old Age down and winning. Good thing I just checked here, in order to explain my previous blog describing my first experience with acute pain. We oldsters do love so to go on and on about the horrible things our bodies are doing to us. Is this how I set myself apart from the pack? Not too smart!
So, I appeal to any representative from the Ellen Show or major network interview investigators to give me another chance. Read a few blogs back. The problem is that, for the next few months I am Stateside, partly because of my dislocated shoulder and partly due to winter in the Southern Hemisphere. There’s less of excitment to write about while one is hanging around the house, preparing it for long-term rental.
But, I do have some fun to report however: Beginning tomorrow night, I will host regular Wednesday night meetings of my friends and neighbors, called WRITERS & READERS, which will give the authors among us a chance to describe their books in print or in-progress and readers a chance to weigh in. Our first speaker is my neighbor, Major Ronald Beadenkopf, who retires this month after 26 years in the Army and service in Bosnia, Afghanistan and Iraq. His book, “A Shark Among Minnows” is an autobiography about the two disparate portions of his life. He spent his childhood as the oldest of nine in a Pennsylvania Hippy commune made up of renegade Quakers. After far too much freedom, he and the other youth of the commune rebelled and brought his parents and the other free-wheeling adults into line. This must have influenced his decision to submit to the rigid discipline of a long and distinguished military career. His book will reveal the inner mysteries of both types of human communities, which most of us can only observe with great curiosity.
My own travel plans have now advanced to the point of knowing my new departure date. I resume my travels before September 1, 2012, which guarantees that I’ll spend my 75th birthday among my new, yet-to-be-met Samoan friends. I am now getting keen to dig out the Lonely Planets and begin to design the next phase of my ever-young life.