There used to be a show on telly, the name of which eludes me, where one of the characters used to say “Veeeeeery interesting!” (Thanks to a quick search on my faithful ipad I now know it was Sergeant Schultz in Hogan’s Heroes, a TV show of the 1960s.)
It is a phrase I have found myself repeating again and again over the last twenty four hours – which in itself is “very interesting”. It has been prompted by a number of things.
- After a day tidying up possible inclusions in my proposed Web page, I slept last night for nine hours. My sleep need over the last ninety odd years has been in the vicinity of seven hours.
- Notwithstanding two rugs and the fact that summer starts in a week’s time, I was cold when in bed. In the last few days when the temperature rose to the high twenties I have found myself looking around for a wool jacket.
- Were it not for the “find” tab on the computer I would not have a clue where material is located thereon.
- For the last six months, I have been having dinner on a Monday with my grand daughter and her fiancee next door at 6pm. Last evening Jess arrived at my door at 6.10pm very lovingly enquiring whether I was coming to dinner. I had completely forgotten about it and had heated up and eaten one of her Lasagnas at 5pm.
- The mother of a friend of mine who is about sixty is dying from inefficient lungs and is waiting for a transplant. As far as I know, my lungs still work admirably and I found myself thinking how unjust it is that both of us cannot go to the hospital and effect the transplant. I even got to the point of drafting a submission to Counsel entitled “Is it illegal to arrange a transplant in my circumstances”. For myself I have no problems but the medicos may find themselves in a difficult situation legally. In the end I decided not to ask for an opinion because I know the answer. Instead I will make sure that I am still registered for organ transplants. The fact that you have “to opt in” instead of “opt out” shows how pathetic is society’s concept of death. I must make sure that my Enduring Guardian gets the message “In the case of impending death my Enduring Guardian and any medical practitioners are authorized to transport me to a hospital where transplants can occur on or prior to my death.”
On the basis of the evidence presented above, it is clear that I am about to take a step down as far as my life is concerned – with the terminology of “step down” raising a smile because “steps down” are a bête noir as far as I am concerned. Having lost sight in one eye, focusing has become a real problem and steps down a constant hazard that, so far, I have just been able to handle – with “so far” being the operative words!
And that is probably enough for this morning. With the air conditioning turning out a comfortable twenty five degrees, I look forward to having lunch today with two “old friends”, one of whom is battling cancer, and the other the ravages of the broken marriage of her only child. Notwithstanding the difficulty of a tiring body, impaired circulation, a rapidly deteriorating memory, and being “one eyed”, my life “goes on in an endless song that hails a new creation” . The rest of the words of the song need drastic revision and are best left unsung. The new creation is about the world, not an individual’s existence!
There is a lot of nonsense written about death. J.K.Rowling comes close to winning the prize when she maintains “To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure”. That isn’t a definition of death! It is the denial of death! Mark Twain came closer to it “A person who lives fully is prepared to die at any time”. I like to think I am ready. It will be interesting to see how it all works out.