Ramblings . . .
Woke up today with my head spinning, and feeling nauseous.
Still felt that way after a shower, getting dressed, and a cup of coffee.
Even more so after walking Pippin for his morning constitutional.
So I pulled off my street clothes and climbed back in the bed, pulling the covers over my head.
My grandfather on my mother’s side, Stewart D. Snyder, was a practicing dentist in Jackson, MN, and died of a stroke some few months before I was born in 1949. My grandmother — whom we called “Gommy” — had a small 5 x 7 black and white photo of him. He was seated in a chair, was dressed in jacket and tie, and was looking downward. I remember some kind of blanket in the picture, too, and always thought he must have been bedridden at the time of the photo. He reminded me of FDR in that pose. I figured all the old guys back then had lap blankets when they sat for pictures.
One census of Jackson County (1940) places his birth around 1891, which would have made him about 58 when he died.
I’m 63, bearing down on 64. So I’ve already shot past the family history mortality age.
Now Gommy lived to be in her nineties, as did my mother. My dad, in his eighties. Plus, Mom and Dad passed on great cholesterol.
But, still — the lingering thought of a minute bit of plaque lodging somewhere in my medulla oblongata — or elsewhere — and blocking the flow of blood to my brain, resulting in paralysis, slurring, or worse — is there.
At my age I’m watching gravity overcome what used to be a pretty good body. I still have these sharp memories of Herculean feats at basketball when I was in junior high (for those of you who don’t know, it used to be grades 7 – 9).
I guess I’m the market target for those “Lose a hundred pounds in the next 6 days without doing anything!” ads. Yeah, that’s what I want. Let the fat melt away without doing anything.
But I stop when I realize how much doing nothing costs.
And I want to think that women watch me pass by and say “My, my, my!” rather than what is probably the truth: “Why, why, why?”
Little to no expectations in that area. Ah, fantasy!
I watch my Facebook friends contend the two extreme ends of politics — posting “My Gawd! Have you seen THIS?” revelations of dastardly intentions of either major political party, and castigating the also-ran parties as well. It seems to be the thing to do in my age brackets — plus post pictures of Jesus with the statement “LIKE if you love Jesus!”
Who can avoid clicking the like button — if for nothing but added insurance?
“Yes, Jesus, I clicked on ‘like’ every time someone posted an illustration of you with your caucasian face, blue eyes and blonde-looking long locks flowing over your shoulders.”
Or the Humane Society pictures. Or the world-hunger pictures.
LIKE! LIKE! LIKE!
So now when some posts “HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?” I dutifully query Snopes.com in order to set the record straight and drop in a link in a comment box. Would everyone would learn to do this first before screaming “THE SKY IS FALLING!”
But it’s somewhat amusing, and will probably end up being at the core of my existence till the stroke finally gets me. Or whatever gets me.
The old-fart curmudgeon is gradually taking over me. Help!
By the way, it’s Shark Week on cable and I’m convinced there’s a 17-foot great white somewhere off the coast of Maine that’s going to meander its way south along the Atlantic coast and arrive at Holden Beach, NC the week of July 4 next year to rip into my abundant abdomen.
Dizziness and nausea. Interesting how it segues into a blog.