Another day, another appointment, and "getting jiggy with it". Patience has never been one of my virtues, until now. I patiently await for the drive I make to and from Chicago, in order to be a stay sooner than later as a patient for a few days, then as I do that to patiently wait coming go home, where more patience is needed while I get back to my new patient life.
I read books as a young man, and through freshman year of high school. Then I stopped. Not sure why, except for not knowing what I wanted to do in life. The Hardy Boys was a series I read. Not all, but some. I read experimental aircraft magazines, Anthem, Fahrenheit 451, Rosemary's Baby, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, The Tenants, and others that I just do not recall right now. I have not read much at all since the early 70's. Not even to study for school. Which is ironic because I basically did the minimum with lousy grades, decided to take trig and physics and was given good grades. I bailed out of college early to work for the man, and ending up at Purdue later in life where I still did not read much of anything, including course books, and graduated with a 3.57 / 4.00. I can only accredit my grade to having gone back to school at Purdue in 1997 at age 40.
Through retiring and living the first six months of it wanting to go back to work (conditioned by the man wanting you to work), I came to the conclusion that it is now okay to let all the old go. It was worth nothing to me at this point in my life. I wasted what could have been. My blogging has peaked my interest in writing, and a new desire for old literature. Being in technology to what seams to be my entire life (mechanical, manufacturing, quality, organizational leadership), I stayed away from English Writing and Literature. "It didn't apply" is probably what my subconscious was saying. Like why people will stay away from math and science, they will never apply it.
My decision to study literature and write started before I knew I had cancer. I have thoughts of going back to school for literature and writing, but have not yet found a fit. What the University of Chicago has allowed me to do, while I practice patience, is read. I have read some William Shakespeare, a book written by a friend Ben Mollin, and have ordered my next to read called "The Heavy Bear Who Goes with Me: 100 Classic Poems with Commentary". This, and still physically working out, keeping the house up, photographing, and my latest hobby with a laser. Soon spring will be back and will the the chores for our native backyard to do as well. All in good stride.
In a way this back and forth to The University of Chicago is part of my decompression. It allows me time to read before I see the Doc, and that reading inspires photography and wanting to read more of the book before I set it down to do other work. I am now seeing life as simpler, easier to navigate, inspirational, the things I should have had instilled growing up but went to the wayside. I am happier for sure doing it now than never at all.
Here are the photographs to and from, starting around 7:00 AM and returning maybe 1:00 PM.
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