Satchel Paige, famed pitcher in the old Negro Leagues, is quoted as saying, "Don't look back, something might be gaining on you." Advice I usually try to take. However, as something of a personal year-end penance I re-read my 2010 blogs (Yeah, it's a dirty job, but...).
Including this harangue there are 61 in all. My goal is 500 words or more each, so that's 30,000-plus words put in writing without actually saying anything. If only I knew enough about any one thing I could have written a book instead, if only I knew enough about any one thing. Good news is some were actually pretty good and nothing written generated meaningful animosity.
Looking back through what was written it is obvious there were some interesting things which didn't get posted. Naturally, given my exalted status as of the aged, the highlights all involve some form of medical procedure:
In March, responding to an article in The Brazil Times, I wrote a very good but never posted review of my more-or-less annual test of our local 911 service. There was a lot of stuff going on in my life at the time to write about, so it didn't get posted. But it was a good piece. The point not made was simply that those who respond to unknown emergencies really do the best they can.
Among other things in my blog not posted I noted that my father died in 1967 at age 50 of a heart attack. It took city ambulance personnel about 30 minutes to arrive (there were no EMT or paramedics in those days). With all the advances in medicine and technology he could now have been saved. Overall I am glad the County Commissions have established 911 systems, and glad TransCare is there -- even if they are required to employ humans.
Say a lot about our kids in these blogs, but didn't get around to two important events:
Our daughter Susan (who is the only one who calls her daddy regularly!) gave birth to her first child, a son named Elijah. Been around a bit and don't know of anything more beautiful than a young woman with her first baby. Missed a great chance to embarrass daddy's little girl.
Our middle child, Matthew, theoneinthearmy, had opportunity to "touch the great death." He would want pointed out this was not because of his military service. His brush with death came from a combination of Lyme disease and choosing ancestors with heart problems. Not much to blog about at the time, nobody tells daddy anything bad until after the worrying part is all over.
The last thing I've been hesitant to write about for fear of "jinxing" myself is my generally improving physical condition. Due to something of a fluke I let them put me in the hospital in July (hey, I was already there!). Because of my symptoms the nurse suggested I not take one of the prescribed medications for that night only (emphasis on only). After my dutiful "talk with your doctor" agreed to try living without that particular drug. Guess what? Been doing a lot better without it. But, TransCare folks stand by just in case -- I will write something really nice about you if I've jinxed myself by looking back.
David L. Lewis is an observer of and sometimes commentator on life who may be reached via e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.