Greets and Huggers. Posted the evening of February 10, 2017. Freud taught that a life worth living must have “lieben und arbeiten”, literally “living and work” … in a philosophical context: “purpose and passion”. For 36 years, I was passionate about helping the law evolve/adapt to changing times and my purpose was representing clients during some of the worst times in their respective lives. I was their “champion”. That changed when I retired. Purpose? For a little over a year, I floated, from day to meaningless day. Of course, I was passionate about my art, but creating art, within itself, was not my purpose. Classical signs of depression … I drank way too much. I had a hard time getting out of bed. In my mind, there really wasn’t any reason to do so. That changed when Susan was diagnosed with kidney failure and the resultant pending dialysis. I have purpose: she needs me. This week, her kidney function dropped from 14% to 10%. 8% triggers dialysis. Together, we will get through it, day at a time.
As for passion? In 1987 I started writing a book, a fictional novel about the enforcement of environmental protection laws. An environmental, action, romance novel. I wrote 3 chapters and then lost interest. A couple of weeks ago, my computer, (a 12 year old HP Workstation), went the way of the buffalo … so I bought a new one. In the course of transferring files I found what I had written 30 years ago. Four nights ago I had a dream about finishing the novel. I finished the plot outline today. A short snippet:
“Elizabeth Whitehair was satisfied. She had received a one level raise and had set her prosecutors up for a successful set of indictments. Linn had been unable to get any information about Von Zimmer but that said more about Von Zimmer than any printout. The man had to be “Company”, probably with a new identity. That intrigued Liz.
She walked into her apartment, tearing off her clothes as she walked into the bathroom. “Lord, I need to lay down in my bath tub and relax”, she thought as she drew the water. While the tub was filling, she turned on her stereo and put a Coyote Oldman tape in the player. The soothing sound of Native American pipes echoed through her apartment. She lit some candles as the apartment took on an eerie glow. She hummed with the melody of the pipes as she climbed into the tub.
The warmth of the water relaxed her muscles and seemed to pull western civilization from her body. She cleared her mind and dozed in the warm water. Her heart beat in tune with the gentle rhythm of the pipes; she was attenuating to the natural rhythms of her being.
“Welcome home daughter”, the Voice said. “Come and share in the being of all my spirit. Refresh yourself in the history of those who came before you. Feel the strength of seeing through the shadows. Know, that when all is done, you will return to me and I to you.”
“I am with you, Mother”, thought Liz. “Let me rest in you.” The old warmth came over Liz. It seemed as though she had never left. The strength of belonging and being part of all returned to her. Like a battery charging; a glass filling with the finest wine, her being filled with life. She was refreshed. She knew that her body was only a container that sooner or later would decay with use; she knew that, THEN, she could return home to the earth. A part of her longed for that time.”
In other news. (BBC NEWS) — Male contraceptive gel passes monkey test. “An experimental new type of male contraceptive that blocks sperm flow with a gel has been successful in monkey trials. Vasalgel acts as a physical barrier once injected into the tubes that sperm would swim down to the penis. The company behind it says a two-year trial, published in Basic and Clinical Andrology, shows the gel works and is safe – at least in primates. It hopes to have enough evidence to begin tests in men within a few years. If those get funding and go well – two big “ifs” – it will seek regulatory approval to make the gel more widely available to men.” So you wind up having sperm back up in the testicles, no doubt causing the testicles to grow in size. That begs the underlying question and concern. In the vernacular: “Will growing a bigger set of balls make a man more aggressive?” I suspect so.
In other fertility news: (BBC NEWS) — Can I trust a fertility app to stop me getting pregnant? “Sexual health experts say more research is needed into the effectiveness of fertility tracking apps in preventing pregnancy. The warning comes after the first such app – Natural Cycles – was given an official approval as a method of contraception. In 2015 a clinical study showed that the app was as effective as the pill. The app works by getting women to enter their body temperatures, ovulation test results and date of menstruation. An algorithm (a set of rules to help solve a problem, run by computer software) then determines whether a woman is fertile on that day.” In the “clinical study” paradigm … the app was 100% successful, when the female subject held the smart phone between her knees.
In the “how cool is this” news: (CNN) — Why 1,000-year-old olive oil is Spain’s freshest new flavor. “It’s a sight that’s been greeting travelers for thousands of years. On the Montsià plains of southern Catalonia, about a two-hour drive south of Barcelona, lies the Mar de Olivas, or Sea of Olives. Here, shielded between two small mountain ranges, in a broad dry valley near the mouth of the Ebro River, olive groves stretch as far as the eye can see. And not just any olive trees: This area hosts the largest concentration of millenary olive trees anywhere in the world. To qualify as one of these ancient olive trees, the diameter of the trunk has to be more than 3.5 meters, measured at a height of 1.3 meters from the ground. More than 4,400 trees thought to be 1,000 years or older have already been located and cataloged, while many more may be waiting to be discovered.” Olive oil from trees that are over a thousand years old!! The same olive oil consumed by the citizens of Rome.
Sitting here editing these Ramblings. Susan just made it home. We will spend a quiet evening at Ft Timmerman, Susan watching TV and me, working on my book. Today, sunny, 74 degrees. The same projected for tomorrow. May go down and walk on the beach, since Susan has to work tomorrow. Watched folks in the North East living through another snow storm. Sure miss my friends in Missouri … but sure don’t miss the weather. Since the football season is over, we will have Sunday Lunch and a Movie, again. Lunch? BBQ’ed Ribs, baked potato, corn on the cob and a garden salad. The movie? “Dr. Strange ”.
Time to post these Ramblings. Later … I will also say a prayer for the safe and soon return of our men and women in uniform, (care to join me?) Be and sleep well, the best we have as a nation are on watch so you can. If my post offends, I apologize … that is certainly not my intent. As always …
A Warm Brotherly Hug
KarlT (the dumb old country lawyer from Holden, Missouri … now retired and living in Pascagoula, Mississippi … and the Editorial Staff)