Last week I visited my health care provider's office for a check-up and routine testing. I can happily say that I am in good physical order.
Is my mental health good? That would depend on whom one asks. I put it to the test yesterday and was lost all day. Almost all of the seeds that I planted and nourished, in my semi-fertile mind failed to germinate. I was forced to call the harvest off.
When I crawled off of my rider, after several hours of mowing, my thoughts fell short of a penny's worth. It seemed to me that the sun had exploded a fragmentation bomb in my brain. I was truly addled; none of the pieces to the jigsaw puzzle fit. I lost my thinking cap somewhere along the crooked path of that lawnmower. That happened shortly after I ran into the lower limbs of the mulberry tree, close by the chicken's pen. That was enough to render me helpless and worse than more, I had scratches and bruises to explain later!
After the application of a soft cold wash cloth to my funny feeling forehead and roughed-up body parts, I took a brief rest and then, got back to work. I couldn't figure out, for the life of me-where did I set that half- empty gas can? It was a while before my old-fangled non- energy saving light bulb found its proper place above this dizzy dome and lit up. I, then, chuckled, headed out for the far easternmost end of the pasture, at the homestead and soon came out singing and swinging, just like Dad did so many times, in the past. Time was running out on my day, and me, but; my memory caught up and kicked in, nicely! The thought gave me a much-needed lift and easily coaxed out a smile!
Five years ago, July 25, 2002, the title, on page four of The Brazil Times, above my mug shot, read-New columnist joins "Neighbors." So it is "Brazil Buzz" has found it's way onto the blank pages on this computer and into your reading space, each week, consistently-258 times, since, to be precise. No two article are alike, albeit; all have a common tread.
Most of you can relate to the contents of my ramblings, the people and the myriad of other things that I write about. I love to take you home with me, especially down memory lane to meet my folks. If only for a little while, no dark shadows fall or mar my heavily beaten path.
Thank you Frank Phillips for affording me the opportunity to embrace my passion (writing) and grow. I sincerely hope that I have lived up to the promise that I made to you that day, in the conference room (I WILL NOT DISSAPPOINT YOU!) I am glad our paths crossed. I shall never forget and always be grateful for your act of kindness. I wish you and your family well.
Fact is I want to thank those folks of The Times staff, past and present, that have had anything to do with bringing this column to you, including the carriers.
Where do I go from here! Hopefully, with further consideration from our present, managing editor, Jason Moon and God's good grace-I will forge ahead! There are more thoughts where this came from. John Steinbeck once said, "Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen".
This week Paul will have one leg of his journey toward four planned surgeries out of the way. Both knees need attention as well as the relocation of the ulnar nerves in his arms. This past week he has bore the consequences, brought about by lack of pain medication, as was directed by his surgeon. Hopefully, by year's end Paul will have the pain relief that he seeks.
The family continues to plan our 50th wedding anniversary party that will take place in November, at Traditions. I'll fill you in on the details later. The entire Sartor family hopes you drop by and make our day.
I send my heartfelt condolences to the family of Dale Gordon Butler, including Noble and Ruth Ann.
To a lovely lady, Gerna Hammerstein Davis, a former resident of Brazil, now living in Atlanta and an avid reader of "Neighbors": we columnists appreciate you too! I saved all of your cards, letters and favorite recipes. As Dorothy said, "There is no place like home!" I'm glad that we can bridge the time gap and miles for you and yes; we miss Emma Lawson Thompson's column too. She was a good Neighbor to all of us!
I can be reached at 446-4852 or drop me a line to 613 North Elm Street, Brazil, Indiana, 47834.