Doc walks in and asks me how I am doing and I tell him it is a minor medical procedure. “I am fine and oh yeah, I hate this.”
Three days later, or maybe it is five minutes we’re talking and he asks if I have had a colonoscopy.
“Yep, two and the third will be somewhere around the Fall of ’24.”
“Good, things look alright, let me know if you have any issues.”
“Will do, if by chance I come back let me know if you find the nickel I swallowed when I was five or anything that looks valuable. I’d like to retire before I turn 60.”
“Is that likely?”
“Depends on whether I win the lottery or find out I suddenly inherited money.”
He smiles and walks away, I don’t think he knows what to do with me but I am not surprised, very few people do.”
Some hours later the younger Mr. Wilner tells me I have that smile on my face and he wants to know what I am up to.
“I am not up to anything.”
“Right, Glen would confirm that smile means your brain is working on something. It’s terrifying, we never know what is coming.”
“I think I’ll write about that, parents love when their kids call them terrifying.”
He shakes his head and tells me I know he isn’t afraid of me.
“Dad, you know that’s not what I mean. But that smile, it is…”
I interject, “mischievous, suggestive that I might get into some kind of trouble or as your aunt would say, I am up to no good.”
He nods his head and tells me I know exactly what he is saying and I smile.
“If you knew what my day has been like you’d appreciate that I am taking this approach.
Somewhere your grandfather is stirring in his resting place muttering something about ‘nunsense’ and I sure would like to ask him for the 198th time why he doesn’t say ‘nonsense’ so that he could glare at me one more time.”
A Fifth Season Is Coming
Was more than a little excited to hear there is a fifth season of Fauda. The last season ended on a bit of a cliffhanger and I want to see if they take the ball in the direction I would.
I want to see if I am close to following the writers thought process or if I am off. I want to use the new season again to practice my Hebrew. I want to watch without subtitles and than with to see if I caught everything.
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David showed up in my dream the other night. Can’t tell you the last time he was there but he showed up as I remember him, forever 29.
He didn’t seem to be bothered I was long past it or that we drove out of Dallas and ended up in Jerusalem. We talked about visiting our old place to see if our room looked the same but got sidetracked staring at planes.
Made sense.
Woke up and tried to remember the last time we went flying. That was definitely before the brain tumors showed up so it had to be before he turned 25.
Might be 30 years, might be a little longer.
Thought about when I flew out to Georgetown for Thanksgiving and he flew him and Talia from Vassar to D.C. It is a great memory about a life I once lived…long ago.
Thought about my daughter and the college memories she is making and how excited I am for her. Told her to remember to take advantage of this time of life.
To go out and experience things and to remember you can keep doing that as you get older but it is different.
She’ll be coming home for a short visit soon, need to share the story of the 104 year-old lady who is going skydiving.
Rolling Into A New Year
Not sure what happened to Summer but I know that Texas isn’t letting go of the heat just yet, October or not. But if the wacky weather stays true to form one day I’ll wake up and the cold will be back like it never left.
I am not looking forward to it. Don’t care if I see snow or ice where I live, happy to visit when I am interested and ignore it when I am not.
Neighbors are putting up Halloween decorations and I am thinking about how last week my kids were coming home from school to tell me what ideas they had for costumes.
Of course they haven’t been trick or treating in years so the days of talking about whether we would go around or neighborhood or wander with some of their friends are long gone.
Won’t go to that one neighborhood where parents passed out alcoholic treats to other parents and the streets were closed to traffic.
Those days are gone and if I ever walk trick or treaters again I expect it will be as grandpa, but that won’t happen any time soon and that is ok with me.
Helped translate a tombstone for my cousin William who died too young at age six in 5681 or as we would say here 1921.
He died about a month before Rosh Hashanah and now we’re a couple of weeks past the most recent marking year 5784.
William died from Acute Anterior Poliomyelitis which I understand is now easily treated if you’re immunized.
There is something to be said for being able to make snarky remarks about minor medical procedures a hundred years later, now isn’t there.
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