I find my ever wandering mind coming to rest in an altogether too uncomfortable spot these days. Perhaps it’s the general and overall state of unrest in the world today coupled to Mr. Obama’s forced health care. Maybe not, because this particular thought doesn’t include the rest of you.
I keep wondering about both my physical and mental state over my remaining years. I mean, I feel the aches and pains of abusing my body repeatedly over my lifetime. Mind you, I’m still a wizard at ignoring the pains and working through them. Heck, since winter I’ve cut, split and stacked firewood from probably a dozen hardwood trees. And while I try to limit the time I spend on hard labor, on several occasions I’ve put in a good 6 to 8 hours in one session. In this same period of time I’ve also dismantled a barn at a friends place, moved it here and used the materials to build a woodshed (mostly by myself). I’m not complaining but some of my muscles and joints are.
Now, I’m not concerned with my timely or untimely demise. You who know me know this. The end will come when it comes! However I am beginning to wonder just how long I will maintain my good health and cobweb encrusted mind. I mean, what if I manage another 30 years (not entirely impossible). How the hell will I manage to cut firewood then. Ha ha, will I even remember to light the furnace. I don’t mind being worn out at the end. Heck, I think that’s the goal. But being by myself and seeing other “loners” deteriorate has me wondering.
I’ve a neighbor who’s mind has pretty much gone off around the bend. When it became obvious (in a fairly dramatic way), I spent several sleepless nights thinking about his plight. It is tremendously troubling. He lives alone and doesn’t even reliably remember how to operate his toaster or microwave. It troubles me! Like I said.
Some days I find myself unable to recall a name (ok, I’ve always been bad with names) or the date, time or era of something thar occurred in my past. Yeah, it usually comes back to me later on. But, it leads me to worrying about that time when I go off entirely around the bend too.
Well, until then I’ll keep riding my Harley and chopping firewood and enjoying these beautiful North Georgia mountains.
Cheers.