I Ain’t Dead Yet

I know I’ve been rather absent from WordPress lately, but one week from today is move day and I’ve still got a shitload to do before the movers show up at my door.

But my purpose for this post is not to whine about how much I need to do before next Tuesday. It’s more to announce that I beat the clock. The Death Clock, that is.9EE3944F-DF19-405C-9303-390EDF2E85D2For those of you who have been reading my blog for a while, you may remember this post from November 2017. I had heard about sites on the internet that would give you a personalized projected date of death. One site claimed I was already dead, another said that today was my expiration date. I’m not already dead and I’m pleased to say that, while today is not yet over, it looks like today is not a good day for me to die.

The third site I visited gave me until May 14, 2030. So yay, I ain’t dead yet and I’ve got another whole decade ahead of me! That assumes, of course, that I’m going to survive this move next week.

I’m Alive!

09D3CE13-6A73-42AC-AF57-19CFD2B11A55.jpegWhen I first opened my eyes, I looked around and saw several women walking around in blue scrubs. Things were a bit blurry because I didn’t have my glasses on. One of the women in blue approach me. I asked her if I was alive. She laughed and told me that I was in the post-operative recovery room. “Oh good,” I said.

I survived my surgery. And the good news is that the surgeon didn’t have to drill a hole in my skull. He was able to remove that nasty mass in my middle ear through my ear canal. Yay!

But the bad news is that it was, indeed, a nasty mass and apparently it feasted upon at least one of the tiny bones in my middle ear, meaning that my hearing in that ear won’t be restored unless I have another operation to insert a prosthetic bone (or bones) in my middle ear, and that can’t happen for at least another six months. That’s disappointing.

Meanwhile my ear canal is filled with cotton and other materials and is all bandaged up. I still can’t hear out of that ear, it still feels congested, an my tinnitus (ringing) in that ear is even louder than it was before the surgery. But hey, I am alive, right?

It will probably take me a few more days before I am fully recovered and can get back into the swing of things with respect to my blog (and my life). But I do want to take a moment to thank you all for your well wishes and, while it’s definitely going to be a quiet and tame New Year’s Eve for me, I hope you will have a very nice night tonight ringing out 2019 and ringing in 2020.

In Other Words — The Lizard

C6376C7C-F4AC-42A0-B0A7-DE507B4873E0“I spy with my little eye something green,” Jenny said.

Lizzy looked around the backyard and said, “Jenny, everything in the yard is green — the grass, the bushes, the plants, the trees — all green.”

“I’ll give you another hint,” Jenny said, “it’s alive.”

“Everything is alive, Jenny — the grass, the bushes, the plants, the trees — all alive.”

“Sheesh, Lizzy, you must be blind or something; it’s that green lizard on top of the wood privacy fence.”


In other wordsWritten for the In Other Words prompt from Patricia’s Place. The challenge this week is to write a story or poem of five lines or fewer using the picture above and/or the word “spy.” Photo credit: alexis parra from Pixabay.

FOWC with Fandango — Alive

FOWCWelcome to July 11, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “alive.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

#writephoto — The Long Walk

34416887-00AC-41B3-BFF4-821FF8F185D9Eric stopped, lowered his large backpack onto the surface of the road, and took a sip of water from his water bottle. His gaze followed the road that led across the valley toward the foothills in the distance. He looked at his Apple Watch to check his progress. It had clocked 28,321 steps for the day so far. At his stride, that equated to about 13.6 miles. His goal was 20 miles a day and he felt pretty damn good about his prospects for hitting today’s daily target. Less than six and a half miles to go. Piece of cake.

Five Days Earlier…

“You’re doing what?” his daughter, Shana, said when he first told her and her brother, Jesse, about his plans.

“Dad, you’re 67 years old,” Jesse said. “What are you trying to prove?”

“I’m trying to prove that I’m alive, son,” Eric said. “Ever since your mother passed last summer, I’ve been kind of lost, my life without purpose, without meaning. I’ve always been driven by a sense of accomplishment and if I don’t set a goal for myself and work toward achieving that goal, I might as well just roll over and die, too.”

“But Dad,” Shana said, “don’t you think this plan of yours is a bit extreme?”

“Walking 20 miles a day is not extreme,” Eric said. “I used to walk almost that much nearly every day when our dog was still alive.”

“Bandit died ten years ago, Dad,” Jesse pointed out.

“Listen, I’m going to do this and I’d appreciate your support, you two,” Eric said.

“You’re a stubborn old man,” Shana said, “but of course you have our support. Whatever you need, Dad.”

“Thank you, honey,” Eric said. “What about you, Jesse?”

Jesse rolled his eyes and nodded his head. “When are you planning to leave?” he asked.

“On Monday,” Eric said.

“And how long will it take?” Shana asked.

“If all goes according to plan, between five and six months,” Eric said. “That assumes I can consistently log around twenty miles a day.”

“Has anyone your age ever done anything like this before, Dad?” Shana asked.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” Eric answered, “but I’m not trying to set or break any records. I’m doing it because I need to do something challenging and different.”

“Well, Dad,” Eric said, “I’d say that a 67 year old man walking from San Diego, California to Portland, Maine will satisfy both.”


Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.