Fog City

Today is another unremarkable day. I did feel the need to post something, anything on my blog. I guess I should start with what's happening with the Covid 19 pandemic. Now that the radical trump administration has been more or less deleted, the government under Biden's guidance can get busy. Nearly two thirds of the adult population has been vaccinated and the production and distribution is moving forward. Reported cases continue to drop as well as deaths and hospitals can breathe a bit easier. Certain restrictions have been lifted and businesses are starting to open. People can gather in ever larger groups, like sporting events, and masks are less mandatory. All in all people are still cautious but less fearful, as a sense of normalcy creeps slowly back. The country is still unalterably divided though and the fabric of America is torn. The future is one big bold question mark. I choose the here and now.

Maybe I'll just complain about every little thing like most old codgers. Those complaints center around the inevitable deterioration of the body, which keeps me definitely in the now. Different levels of pain are evenly spread throughout most joints and muscles. Any movement takes focus because you never know how the body will react or not act. I was trying to carry heavy grocery bags up the stairs. First I lifted one to make sure my back could do the job. Then I put one in each hand and lifted insuring my biceps and elbow joints were up to the task. All this before taking a step. The climb up the stairs is the real test. Now that the upper body seems able, the first step up will indicate how competent the lower half is. The aching hip, knee and atrophying thigh muscle all cry out, stop! Fortunately they push the weight upward, but one bag is heavier and the process begins to tilt, and I stop to regain balance and catch my breath. Focus. Up I go finally getting to the kitchen and start unpacking. I used to take all these body movements for granted. Now each action is calculated. This focused calculation keeps me cemented in the now. Sometimes I stay still avoiding action and pain, which also keeps me in the now. Oh well, cliché..."nobody said it would be easy," 

Thinking on...my son springs to mind. He's experiencing aging and has been struggling and learning about the now. And I'm happy to report his dedication and focus are exemplary. Happiness is elusive and illusionary when searching afar. But when you realize playing with and teaching your son in the very now, you begin to understand happiness. Which I think he has. When I see the laughter and interaction displayed when they are together my heart soars. His now is my now! Love...

Rowan, Reina, and Ramsey!