ben-Isaac

There’s something very dear about +Time, especially waking into it early in the morning. This morning it was 1:40 to the bathroom, back to bed and snuggle down wonderfully, but wide awake and up to stay at 1:56. It’s 3:06 now, reading and answering email, reading NYT and Yahoo! news for over an hour. What to blog?

In “another life” years ago, George, who was a parishioner and friend at the time,  came to my office to talk about his life and his primary unhappiness, which was his hours. His hours: he said he was waking up by four o’clock every morning and couldn’t go back to sleep, and it was keeping him angry, unhappy, miserable.

Nothing for George’s priest to do but commiserate, but sympathy was not easy at the time, because even then my day had been starting between three and three-thirty for long years, and loving it. Thinking time, reading time, writing time. Often necessitates a nap late morning or mid afternoon, but that also is part of the joy. Joy of being alive in this particular body.

George was not happy with my advice: enjoy. George is many years dead now, and he never did seem to enjoy. Just anger and misery. What a waste. 

God didn’t give me the best body or the loveliest head, but it‘s good enough for enjoying life as long as it lasts, which will cross seventy-seven years a week from this moment, God willing.

After this? Not wishing anyone ill, but two things after this. Ride across the plains in an EF-5 tornado and ride ashore in a Category 5 hurricane. 

Not to be either cyclone, just along for the ride. Hitchhiker in the wind. 

Speaking of which. Feisty little would-be cyclone ben-Isaac is still circling down there in the Gulf. It’s Yaakov isn’t it. Son of Isaac. And don’t come back.

Today is Linda’s father’s birthday. Pete would have been 107. He's been gone forty-two years. We still love and miss him.

Tom+ in +Time