A Year Half Gone…
Column #320 for Release on Saturday, June 13, 2009, or Later
The older we get, the faster life goes, we who are chronologically challenged insist.
We tear off a calendar page, and moments later, it seems, another month is gone. Clock gears seem triply greased, and somebody’s been messing with the sundials.
They were laughed at, those old-timers of the same notion decades ago. I was among the whippersnappers who found their pronouncements amusing. Now in life’s back stretch, I join them in the same observation made across the centuries by folks of a certain age….
A full decade has passed since my undergoing four heart bypasses. Can it be?
Medicinal intake morning and night provides daily reminders, but ten years?
It seems only months ago that I dreaded the post-surgery pain that accompanied each cough. And I paid the same price for laughter, often at lame, well-worn jokes that friends trotted out. Most of the punch lines I already knew, but my wife has insisted across 42 years that I laugh anyway….
So what? This treatise, the headline proclaims, is about a year half gone.
Thankfully, the future doesn’t occur all at once, like a big package we insist on opening.
Human beings are ill-equipped for slightest consideration of such….
Much of this year’s schedule has come to pass as planned.
My wife and I enjoyed a trip to Las Vegas. We’ve never seen anything quite so unique as Cirque du Soleil. We didn’t get to interview Mystere’s 76-year-old clown; he was ill the night we attended. We did get to see Jersey Boys, the wonderful musical story of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. The dialog was a bit salty for our taste, but in the entertainment world of New York City at the time, I doubt that Sunday school language prevailed.
Our schedule didn’t include a show that probably should have been at the head of the list. It was Brian Hoffman’s tribute to Red Skelton. Each show ends with Hoffman closing out his show with the same patented “good-bye” for which the “King of Comedy” is so well remembered. Millions of us listened to the very end of his radio and TV shows to hear Red say: “Good night now, and may God bless.”…
At mid-year, the unexpected has taken center stage.
My wife, ever faithful to undergo periodic physical exams, failed to get a clean bill of health a few weeks ago. An annual mammogram proved true; she underwent breast surgery on June 3.
Her surgeon is confident and optimistic that she will be restored to good health over the next few months. We are praying to the Great Physician to that end. Later on, when her surgery is but a memory, I promise equal time to talk of operations. In the meantime, cut me some slack if there are a couple of column “re-runs,” but then, who’d remember?...
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