I don’t know what it is about my metabolism but I don’t typically feel hunger pangs, at least not on any type of normal schedule for people who have access to food whenever they want. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I can definitely put away the food. Continue reading →
A few hours ago, (when I began writing this), I had just returned from picking up my wife at the airport. One of the ‘drive-home topics’ naturally was the traditional “how was your flight” conversation. She spoke of flying over the big first major storm of the season and later, as I watched the video footage of the blizzard in Minnesota, I was reminded of the time we got snowbound in Puerto Rico.
When I began this little ‘project’, this life story, this telling of tales, I thought to myself – this cannot last long, how many stories could I possibly tell, 10, 25, 50? And here I am now at story 199! I’m finally beginning to get to a point to where I might be able to soon see the end of the tunnel. When I run out of memories, I’ll stop. For now though, there’s still more to share so stop your applause. You’re being rude.
Recently I shared a story of nighttime hi-jinx where a few of us Prytania boys broke a commandment. Now that’s it’s been more than 40 years ago, memories like that one can be fun to look back on and reminisce with the cohorts equally responsible. It’s no fun being stolen from though and I have been on the receiving end of that commandment a few times. This week I thought I’d share one of those stories.
The thing about being committed to trying to write a personal account story each and every week is that is forces one, (the one here being “me”), to be pretty honest with the readers and myself. For example, I have a draft written of what I think is a somewhat self-deprecating story, one I must have written more than a year ago. I know that one day it will get published but it’s difficult for me to finish because in general, I try to always be a ‘glass is almost full’ kinda’ guy. Sometimes I feel like I’m judging myself in these stories, being too critical perhaps. We are most tough on ourselves.
At the time of my accident, I was working on an important project at P&G. Being the single largest project ever and due to the type of work it was, we had a need to co-locate our couple hundred personnel. We were renting an office building but it was built before all the handicap requirements were mandated. Because I was using crutches, (and later, a cane for awhile), my office was relocated to the first floor. Even getting into the first floor is a bit difficult when you’re on crutches and there are three concrete steps to navigate, but I managed. I kept my office there for maybe nine months or more, until I got off of the cane.
In the morning however, just like a hungry baby, I awoke, ready to howl my lungs out. They were trying to time my morphine crash with the surgery timing so with each ticking minute, the onset of the pain in my leg grew. When finally I could take no more, they wheeled me down into the surgery prepping area. And ‘there’ is where the real fun occurred.
I really miss running and running sports. How about I begin this week’s story in this way. You see, I damaged my left knee in 1997, damaged it so badly that I had to stop all running sports. It was a lifestyle-changing accident.
I promise, this is not another story about a childhood sweetheart named Diane (read me). I am a retiree. It seems surreal to even speak. Being retired from anything just always seemed so far away when I was younger, as I’m sure it does for many of you reading this now. I retired from P&G last July and wrote this story (read me) about my journey there.
I am retired but it sure doesn’t feel like it. I am staying very active by trading stocks part time, becoming Mr. Fixit, Mr. Project and Mr. Cook. The trading is keeping my brain stimulated as I’m doing a lot of reading and studying. I believe in always being in a learning mode. One of the things I am “re” learning is cooking. My wife continues to work part time outside the house so it my responsibility to ensure we’re well fed.
My cooking days go way back to childhood. At times when my mom worked at night, she’d often make something up and then give me instructions on what temperature in the oven to cook at and for how long. Later on, when there were nine of us kids, if you didn’t know how to heat up some soup or whip together some concoction, you might be relegated to cereal. Continue reading →
As I sit here typing this story you are reading, I am weak, I am shaky, I am nauseous. Surviving getting run over by a school bus, (read me), serious blood clotting (not yet written), a head-on auto accident with a drunk driver and quite a number of other possible fatalities could possibly make some feel that they are indestructible or that their time to go is preordained. I’m old enough now to cherish my life and good health; I know I’m not indestructible and my time on this fragile planet will one day be at hand. (Oh and as an interesting side note, today March 8th, is the anniversary of my getting run over by that bus – 50 years ago today!) Continue reading →