Kind readers ♥ – thank you for visiting Life and Random Thinking today. Before I get consumed by the black hole I call my gmail inbox – I wanted to check in with you and give you a hug.
Did you feel it?
I can’t tell what it feels like, there are no words, to express how I felt reading all the kind messages to Bob.
I think you threw a blanket of love over his room, and it was a homemade quilt. The squares were the messages from far and wide and as he read each one it touched him.
It was probably the first time his smart phone warmed him up like a mug of hot cocoa between his fingers.
It worked too! Within a few days, and much earlier than expected they let Bob go home. (play the trumpet ) Home to his pillow, his kitchen, his own bathroom – home to use his own shower and what a wonderful feeling it was to him to arrive there. ♥♥♥ He sounds so much better on the phone also!
Warm messages still arriving to that post and dozens and dozens all together. What a wonderful example to what I keep telling people about why I continue to blog. I am privileged to meet and know you through this experiment of mine.
Blessings and hugs to each of you – thank you for your gifts of wellness. – sincerely David
Oh, the weather outside is frightful But the fire is so delightful Since we’ve no place to go Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
It doesn’t show signs of stoppin’ And I’ve brought some corn for poppin’ The lights are turned down low Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Thank you for visiting my blog today, and I am struggling to find the right words for today’s post and I appreciate your understanding.
Today’s post is about a friend I never knew I had, but I finally did discover.
This post is also about taking a moment to encourage someone in the hospital.
Yesterday I tried to call Bob and sing him Happy Transplant birthday but he wasn’t home. Bob had a kidney transplant in 2008.
I tried to phone my friend Bob yesterday and instead I was shocked to learn he has been in the hospital for 68 days.
He is also a kidney transplant recipient as I am and learning of his situation, being in the hospital for so long, I was shocked. All this time I didn’t realize.
I felt helpless since I live a few mountain ranges away and hundreds of kilometres.
Today I will write a card and mail it to his wife who will bring it to him next week.
But I know he has his phone in the hospital so he can read books and he reads my blog which leads to how I would appreciate your help.
My request to you the reader: Would you please send Bob a “Thinking of you and Get Better” comment?
I thought to myself, how cool it would be if my friends around Canada, the USA and the wonderful blog world would send Bob a “get better wish” and where they live in my blog comments.
He could read those and each one would be like a card to him and make him smile.
That’s the favour I have to ask,♥
You see, Bob is the friend I never knew I had at work who understood kidney failure and dialysis.
When I finally met Bob at some work related situation – I found out quickly that Bob had a lot of empathy and understanding. Bob told me his history relating to kidney disease because his father had it, and so did he.
I found out how easy he was to talk to and what an easy laugh he has. I saw why his staff who reported to him liked him also. He is a listener and genuine person.
I remember one day walking with him in downtown Vancouver for fifteen or twenty minutes and how nice it was to talk to someone at work who understood what dialysis felt like and the excitement of “getting the call because the hospital has found a tissue match”. I felt pretty happy that day and really enjoyed that chat.
At that time he was new to having his own kidney transplant. I had had mine for over 20 years at that point and he was and is a big fan of my health journey and I wanted him to match or beat my record!
I was excited for him about his transplant and how he would feel better, and more energetic. I wanted him to have every success that I have had with longevity and health due to the gift of having a kidney transplant. I still do.
Bob is my friend even though we haven’t seen each other in awhile. You probably have friends like that also.
Friendship with nice people like him doesn’t diminish at all but now he is sick and I want him to know people are thinking about him.
While I should be writing a post today, and I might still – I wanted to gift my readers with a Guest Blog today.
Today while visiting “Robby Robin’s Journey” – Male-Female Communications – she commented on the humourous side of male / female communications and supported it with a link to another blog (which I will share below) – and she shared the story about Roger and Elaine (below). So good that I am sharing it also.
I hope you chuckle and visit BOTH of the blog sites shared♥♥♥ – David
Let’s say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie. She accepts. They have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither of them is seeing anyone else. And then, one evening when they are driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and without really thinking, she says it aloud:
“Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other exactly six months?”
And then there is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself; Ge’ez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn’t want, or isn’t sure of.
And Roger is thinking: Gosh, six months.
And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I’m not sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I’d have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward….I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we headed toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really know this person?
And Roger is thinking: So that means it was…let’s see…it must have been February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer’s which means…lemme check the odometer….Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.
And Elaine is thinking: He’s upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I’m reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed, even before I sensed it…that I was feeling some reservations…Yes, I bet that’s it. That’s why he is so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He’s afraid of being rejected.
And Roger is thinking: And I’m gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don’t care what those morons say, it’s still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It’s 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.
And Elaine is thinking: He’s angry. And I don’t blame him. I’d be angry too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can’t help the way I feel. I’m just not sure.
And Roger is thinking: They’ll probably say it’s only a 90 day warranty. That’s exactly what they’re gonna say, the scumbags.
And Elaine is thinking: Maybe I’m just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I’m sitting right next to a perfectly good person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, school girl romantic fantasy.
And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I’ll give them a warranty!
“Roger,” Elaine says aloud.
“What?” says Roger, startled.
“Please don’t torture yourself like this,” she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. Maybe I should never have….Oh my….I feel so…”(She breaks down, sobbing)
“What?” says Roger
“I’m such a fool,” Elaine sobs. “I mean, I know there ‘s no knight. I really know that. It’s silly. There’s no knight and there’s no horse.”
“There’s no horse?” says Roger
“You think I’m a fool, don’t you.” Elaine says.
“No!” says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.
“It’s just that…It’s that I…I need some time,” Elaine says. (There is a 15 second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work)
“Yes,”he says. (Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.)
“Oh Roger, do you really feel that way?” she says.
“What way?” says Roger.
“That way about time,” says Elaine.
“Oh,” says Roger. “Yes.”
(Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse.)
At last she speaks: “Thank you, Roger.” she says.
“Thank you,” says Roger.
Roger then takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakian’s he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it’s better if he doesn’t think about it. (This is also Roger’s policy regarding world hunger.)
The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.
Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with Norm, a mutual friend of his and Elaine’s will pause just before serving, frown, and say; “Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?”
I appreciate every visit and comment to my blog. Recently this blog outgrew it’s memory for a free blog and I had a few options;
a) quit and start over,
b) pay and get rid of the ads that I had no control over.
I have been blogging for awhile now and my first goal was simply to try, and learn a new skill. Once that goal was accomplished, I realized I was hooked, I wanted to continue.
I was hooked by the kind comments and encouraging readers. Now and then someone out of the blue would say “Hey I read your blog”. It made me light up inside that they liked it enough to mention it.
If they read it occasionally it must not be totally bad, eh?
I couldn’t stop because I would miss you guys, and so I continue posting. Not every day, but I hope often enough you don’t lose interest and I hope not too often that you tire of visiting.
All of this preamble to say; Thanks for reading and keeping this blog alive! ♥ So far 845 posts since 2010 and few different categories for those who want to explore past posts.
Fill your boots and read along.♥♥
TAKING THE LONG WAY
The Okanagan valley where I live is a typical valley. It has mountain ridges on two sides and a string of different lakes stretch in a line like children on a playground holding hands.
The mountain ridge to the west of Penticton is steep. I remember years ago when a small plane taking off from Penticton and heading west to Vancouver crashed and landed in the forests west.
A good friend of mine once showed me just how steep the western side of the valley is. He took me up in his plane and we travelled north up the valley gradually gaining altitude. I knew our destination, Apex Mountain, was only a few miles west of Penticton but we kept going north, and kept gaining altitude.
Finally, he turned the plane and we continued to climb but now going south and west. Our plane had wound it’s way up and then back down the valley in order to climb to the necessary altitude safely.
We circled the ski hill and then he offered to take me back to Penticton direct. He would demonstrate the steep mountain slope by safely flying DOWN that angle of slope instead of UP. There would be no risk of stalling the plane heading down.
I felt like I was leaning heavily forward in this tiny two-seated plane. The trip to the mountain, up and then back down the valley had taken 30 minutes in his swift plane, but the trip direct, down the dizzying angle felt like 60 seconds even though I am sure it was more like ten minutes.
We finally leveled off and I breathed easier, no longer feeling like the plane was in a diving angle.
Definitely I knew I did not want to be in a plane that tried to fly UP that direct rate of angle – unless it was an F-18.
The short cut was a direct route to disaster, the way to success was to Take the Long Way.
Oftentimes I have tried to go the direct route to my goals.
For example I wanted to run a ten kilometre race and was following a proven schedule of gradual increases of walking vs running. I felt like I could jump ahead and so I didn’t follow the graduated plan.
I skipped ahead a few weeks when training for a ten kilometre run, instead of following the well laid out plan. My enthusiasm, and impatience simply lead to injury and weeks of not training at all. I had to start at the beginning again.
But I did learn. I learned to follow the wisdom of a proven plan and being impatient was something I had to learn not to be.
By following the plan I learned I was actually following the best way, the safe way and that the short cut was actually the direction of failure and foolish when it came to training for my running goal.
I learned the hard way not to take the direct route because it was an illusion.
David’s note – I have shared these two examples but I have many more, and you probably can think of situations yourself when taking a “shortcut” turned out to be a “learning experience” as we often describe it when we fail.
But failure is not a bad thing. I am not a critic of failing.
I admire people who are always trying new things, and challenging themselves. They are the ones doing exciting things and learning exciting things.
You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.
You must do the thing you think you cannot do.
_Eleanor Roosevelt, former 1st lady of the United State
As long as we can fail without permanent repercussions but better we learn from other’s failures. Maybe wisdom is not learning from our mistakes, better that we learn from the mistakes of others.
Have a plan and don’t worry if you Need to Take theLong Way to achievement.
Thanks again for your time and your visit! ♥ David
Thanks for visiting my blog today, I was shocked to realize it has been nearly a month. Yikes – it’s not that I don’t think of things to write, the days disappear and best intentions don’t write blogs.
October has been amazingly warm in the Okanagan. We don’t normally have snow by this time of year but neither do we have dry and warm weather like we have been. I have still been able to pick cherry tomatoes from my garden and need to do so today.
My wife has finished with our plums now, and done more canning. I think her canning total was about 300 jars this year between cherries, relishes, plums etc.
I will include today some photos of beautiful purple flowers that bloomed this week by our front door – blooming wonderful in October♥
The leaves are changing now, and they are falling intermittently but consistently. The colours of gold and red leaves are all around us. My cherry tree leaves are still green but in time they will be turning golden and drop off as well. Raking and bagging are in the future. But October has been amazing so far.
But winter is coming. In fact a few times this week we woke up to 2 Celcius in the morning and I wore gloves yesterday on a walk.
Two days ago we put out some of our Halloween decorations, just silly, not scary for us though. Orange pumpkin lights now fill our entranceway and pumpkin pies are in my future. In fact they are in my recent past as well, yum.
In other news, I officially sang “When I turn 64” to my wife recently and she gave me the thumbs up. Thanks Beatles!
From the Tenth Anniversary Edition of Stuart McLean “Welcome Home – Travels in Smalltown Canada”
_ Thanks for visiting – please comment ♥ – David
Happiness is the colour
of bread dough,
Happiness sounds like the mixers turning around,
Happiness tastes like puff pastry
like cream horns,
Happiness smells like cookies straight
from the oven,
Happiness looks like bread loaves
ready for the proofer,
Happiness is being free
in the bakery.
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