|Light and darkness © Robert Sommers 2015|
I have plans to photograph some magical birds at a far off sanctuary but weather so far hasn't been too helpful or permitting.
I still think it will happen, insh'allah.
Have been hunting down a new plant for my garden that is rather scarce at the moment in the exact form that I want it, a bluish yucca rostrata. They look like this when they get big. Sort of a cousin it thing.
|courtesy: Brian's Botanicals|
I am very cold where I live (chipped ice off the window this morning), so I can't do a lot of the tropical or more exotic stuff but what I can do still has its own naive charm and will look pretty awesome in about three more years.
Wish the jubea would hurry up, they stay small and get fat and then one day they just spring.
The accent mark said, "See, you have a reason to live" at lunch yesterday. I guess I was pretty down but she is right, the little garden does make me happy. As do a bunch of other things.
Nothing serious but frosty. I always have felt that if a couple never argues, one of the parties is repressing something and eventually Mr. or Mrs. Subordinate will turn into a monster and pull the kitchen shears out of the bed stand.
In any case we go at it more than most, both being fairly controlling people who each knows best. Rarely do we go to bed mad or carry things over, things get worked out or laughed off pretty quick.
Anyhow I called Leslie after my colonoscopy pre-op this morning and I heard a bang as she answered and she said to hold on, that she had dropped her broom. And without skipping a beat I told her to call me when she had flown to her next stop and she said that I was going to die.
I have been reading some heroic stuff of late. I read Heaney's translation of Beowolf this weekend and Tolkein's Lays of Sigurd and Gudrun. You see where a lot of middle earth stuff comes from, especially the philology of the Rohirrim. And where Wagner found his nibelung. Probably will reread Homer next. I loved Gilgamesh, so much human stuff there that is still profound, down to earth and insightful after 2500 some odd years of human de-evolution.
It amazed me that I am still finding brilliant writers like Bester and Kuttner that I had somehow missed. Didn't even know that Zelazny, my literary father and hero, finished the Bester book Psychoshop. I read it recently and it was like chancing upon a hidden 1925 Chateau Lafitte Rothschild, perfectly cured and decanted after a gulf of time, waiting for my personal discovery after a near century.
The GI doctor's office is right over my urologist's. I went to his door to say hi and there was an unfamiliar sign on the door, he had evidently moved out. I asked about it when I met the nurse practitioner upstairs and was informed that John had died some time past.
Dry, witty, a kvetcher nonpareil, we developed the closest affinity and bond I have ever had with a doctor. He was like family to me, the acerbic uncle I never had. Bitched a lot about how they were ruining medicine, how he was going to quit.
I first met John when I was about 19 when he operated on a major medical problem for me. Seven years later he was my cancer doctor, removed most of my kidney, performed many operations on my bladder and ureter, lived with me through imminent demise and continual dread.
I fired him once, rehired him when the cancer knocked again on my door so many years later. My body is a visceral roadmap of John's handiwork, forty years worth, who knows if I would be alive today if not for him?
I am shocked. I really loved the guy. As did my brother and late father. John would go to Toronto and come back telling me all kinds of stories about the wonders of my brother Buzz's pastries at his Toronto Restaurant, the much loved and sorely missed late David's Bistro. Great guy, devoted son, always liked my wives, he wished that he could meet the perfect woman. Horrible taste in art, the guy loved Patrick Nagel. Never developed the decorative side, mainly he was happy when he was working.
Did I ever get to tell John how important he was to me? God knows I tried, did he ever get it? He never wanted to. That is what he did, he fixed people. I still don't know the story but did find out that he wanted to keep his illness private to the very end. I heard that it was cancer.
I told him that I was tired of taking tumors out of my body, I couldn't go through this stuff anymore. We did an experimental surgery with a new device and it didn't go so well. I told him that I needed to stop my malady on the cellular level and I will never forget what he said. He looked me in the eye and said that you come to my office with an arrow going through your head, I remove the arrow, I don't ask how it got there. I said that's not enough.
And we parted ways. Which pissed him off. But we didn't let it interfere with our friendship and he ended up taking the rest of the kidney out and things moved forward without a hitch on every level.
John, there are so many of us that will miss you so much. You were an exceptional man and doctor, truly one of a kind. Such a wonderful, surly mensch.
We had a hawk hanging around on a new telephone pole in the neighborhood, they are starting to look for new spots to nest, Hanging out on my windmill and the redwood too. Will be interesting to see where they finally perch for the next seasonal hatch.