Purgatory Ain’t That Bad

My time in Purgatory has much mystery and probably some distance to it, but I am striving to make the best out of the situation. It’s actually working, to a degree. First is the notion of avoiding excessive self-pity. Shit happens, lol, and here I am. Secondly, what limits does my situation pose, physically and spiritually? While I find myself slow in the recovery process – especially inasmuch as I am getting myself in shape to endure another surgery – my nurses have been heroes in forcing me to work. I asked for them again for just this reason since I had the option of doing so. Smartest thing I have done recently. Needless to say they also give me some society when the rest of the world is at work and all 3 are interesting and personally devoted to excellent care-giving. Yeah, lol – that “nurse thing” – heroines once again.

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Secondly, there is the dawning of health for a second time following the drills and exercise, especially good when I begin simply enjoying my body working again. It was so easy to slip into “fa-gettinboudit – why bother?” Which is strange because no matter how I abused my bod in the past with smoking or partying, I had always enjoyed being myself as a strong and active person. This entire process has really rocked my world, I know that. It gives me some unusual takes regarding my future which, Lord knows, I would never have encountered without all this hassle. At 66, it is hardly worth the crazed hopes that I will be reborn into the distant future, because the future might only last another couple decades. This is just reality. So where does that leave me?

It has saddled me with a strange redeeming optimism about others, for one thing – how nice it will be to socialize full-bore again. Inasmuch as I appear to have all these great friends, the best part of that is, is that it is true. And the beauty part of that is that I regard them all with the same lens – they may mean more to me than vice versa. I am such a people slut, lol – but I am and it’s been a great way to live a life. Belly laughs, sharing Nature, ball games, museums, music, their families – these remain my most heartfelt values and I earned a real big swimming pool to play with them all in. And now even new people, from Facebook, medicine and the always-intriguing relationships with artists. I study all this and it brings me right back up – inevitably and assuredly.

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So I have learned more about being the “people person” I have always taken so for granted. It’s like this low-hanging superfood fruit – or manna – I do know where it is and I will walk there, given a few breaks. Or maybe run, lol. This is sort of huge, really. It’s the sort of thing we read about from wise people – it reminds me that Love is the driving principle of the best in human life. “Love conquers all.”

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I am also about to break out into work again. The Jack Hicks book needs attention so bad I can taste it. I feel like I have been his roomie now for 3 years, ha ha. Longer than either of us planned. I just bet his dog still worships me. 😉 I am always thinking about it – 24/7 – and, for a while, I was so mentally goofy, I did not trust myself to deal with the subtle aspects of editing and gaining more data. The treasure is out there – the data in the Owensboro Library – and, once I am reasonably healthy, I can make those trips again and close things out.

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I began sorting through pictures and framing an outline of another book on Landscaping – this one doing what I do best – recounting the processes of the work itself…..detailed landscaping with much DIY information for the bold. People always enjoyed my detailed descriptions of our work, with many finding huge surprise over its actual complexity – differentiating the amateurs from the pro’s.

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These projects motivate me hugely, but, frankly, so does cleaning my room. Things slid into a sort of messy disrepair since October 9 and it is wholly cleansing being able to take care of myself and even improving things.

I feel like a combination of new and injured. Dealing with these complex interactions over the next 6 months will tell us all about how much quality I can squeeze out of the time I have left. It’ scary and inspiring, all at the same time.

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Thank you all for everything – just hugely!!

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