I got a call from a former teacher and good friend yesterday. Star Craig. She knows I can't speak well on the phone and told me to listen. She and I have been friends a long time. I enjoy her company when I can get there to visit. Even if it's just for a cup of coffee on the porch without a lot of conversation. To me that's a sign of good friends, able to enjoy each other without the need to yap. I've got a couple like that. She recalled my first day as a transfer student in her class in 1975. I was already 8 weeks behind that Monday. She sat all the past 8 weeks of work on my desk and said "Sugar, I know this is a lot of work, but you have to have it done next Monday". She swears all I said was "okay". I got it done. I think that was really the start of our friendship that would grow later as I became an adult. I believe she was the first adult stranger that challenged me to do something I wasn't sure I could do. Pretty good start for a 14 year old kid.
She also tells me I've got "Amour de la vie" to the nth degree. It's true, I do love life. From the most simple to even when its the worst, I love it. What's not to love about life? I get up very early, always have. When I was healthy it was to go to the gym to make myself stronger so I could enjoy my life as best as possible. There's a certain peace very early in the morning. Lot's of people like to see the sun rise. I like being up a few hours before that. If you look closely, as the earth revolves you can follow the stars and see them change position just like the sun. It's quiet. A nice thing, the quiet is. There's calm in the stillness. The feeling of needing to rush isn't quite there yet. It's like you can slow down everything because it's so quiet you're not sure time is even moving. The closer it gets to sunrise is way cool. Long before the sun actually breaks the horizon for sunrise, the eastern sky starts to lighten. A couple of hours before. It's not much, but you can see it on the edge of the horizon. The temperature drops as well. Weathermen will tell you that's not so, and they are full of crap. Look at an hourly temperature table, you'll see it. More importantly you'll feel it. You get that little chill, not enough for it to be alarming, but it's there, and your body knows the sun is coming up.
I love the rush of the road under my wheels. Two or four, it makes no difference. I REALLY like it under the two wheels. Riding the Fat Girl is a blast. You experience a lot more on a bike than you do from a car. Why yes, the car can be more comfortable in the heat, cold, or wet. But you can't smell the new mown hay, the wild flowers, the guy that's bbqing a half mile off the road. You know, the smoke you see by the house farm house. Yeah, that guy. Sure, you get wet, and you have to be careful and keep your mind in the middle. It's about being the most relaxed and focused all at the same time. Relaxed because tense actually slows down your reaction time. Focused because mistakes on a bike are unforgiving. You can get away with a few, and all of us that ride have done that, but if you're not focused, they'll kill ya. Don't get me wrong, I love a good car. The wife's car is a sedan. It's also a secret hot rod. It'll light the rear tires up. I also know it's got a good 145 mph in it. On a stop watch, not the speedometer. I'm not sure what the speedometer was showing. I didn't want to look. We have a little Audi TT. Cornering little devil. Hard to make drift though. It's that all wheel drive thing, I think. I'll confess, I can't do a bootleggers turn anymore. I did in High School. Tried it once on gravel even though I knew better, gravel acts like ball bearings and nothing bites like it should. Ended up in a ditch. Had to dig myself out, on Christmas Eve. The nice young lady that was with me had a father that was very, very concerned when we came in an hour late. Ooops
Confusing people is fun. I don't dress like a bright person. T-shirts and jeans mostly. It's not conducive to being thought of as the sharpest knife in the drawer. But it's a kick showing people not to judge so quickly. I like Shakespeare. Will the Shakes plays and sonnets are ageless and worthy of the effort to read them properly. So, if folks begin talking down to me, I try to find a bit of Will to use back at them. Or to just torture them with what few bits of Latin phrases I remember. Carpe Diem, or my fave, Carpe Jugulum (seize the throat) will throw people off a tad. So many people misquote history as well. There's no Separation of Church and State in the Constitution. Hamilton and Jefferson talked about it, but not to save the government from the church, but to save the church from an over reaching government. Scary little things like that. People get all kinds of blistered over that stuff. It's a laugh. I don't play dumb, necessarily, but there are enough people out there that confuse me having a High School diploma only as a sign that I'm not bright. I like to lie in wait and snap it off in them. I'm confident in myself to the point of arrogance, but I don't use that like some do as a means to bolster my own ego. It doesn't need the help. Keep em guessing, that's my motto.
I never quit trying to learn something. When I first got diagnosed with cancer in 08, I researched it to the hilt, and along with Liz, we wrote out questions for the doctors (the fools always ask "do you have any questions?"). Knowledge is power. When a doctor looks at you after you've asked 10 or 15 questions from cause to treatment and says "you're the most informed patient I've had", I've got his respect, he won't sugar coat anything. That's what you need when you've got cancer. Straight talk, no BS. The only time I BS'd that doctor was over the feeding tube. I was told if I lost X amount of weight they'd put it in me. I lost way past X, but I put four, 5 lb plates in my biker jacket toward the end. I didn't get the feeding tube. Win by cheat. The surgeon at MD Anderson was telling me about how advanced my cancer was back in 2012. I asked that he explain the mechanics of the cancer, and the surgery. He looked at me a bit, and went on the describe the mechanics of the operation. I'd bounce in with, "So if this does X, then Y is what I should expect?". It went well enough along those lines he was pleased to say I understood more of what was going to happen than most of his patients. Pretty cool stuff there. Even when he told us that if the cancer came back, that was the end of anything else we could do, I was ready because I learned all I could about that. Not that I wanted to hear it, but it wasn't as frightening as it could have been. Knowledge is power over my fear. Always has been
My Amour de la Vie is, in short, everything about life. I've always had a great life because just living is the greatest gift we have. I've said before, it's the little things. It is. As well as the good things, the bad things, the things that are indifferent. The joy of holding your baby for the first time, and that nervous, gut wrenching fear of "I hope to God I don't fuck this up". It's finding within yourself that ability to dig deep down when you shouldn't have anything left, and going on anyway. Heart ache to Heart filling. Finding that you can take "That Unforgiving Minute" and in 60 seconds run it to ground. Every day, not just when it gets hard, or is incredibly easy. But every day. If I didn't do that, I couldn't set here and tell you guys how I see it should be done. We all have this desire to see the best of every day. It's sometimes hard to find it, but it's there.
I'm here, with Baxter eating away at my body, reveling in a bright sunrise. Knowing my wife will come home and take my breath away just for a second when I see her. Hearing my both my daughter's voices, my son's, and my grandson's. Watching the idiot dog hump his bed. Going outside for a bit to catch some fresh air. Watching the squirrel run the trees looking for snacks. Hopefully the neighbors apple tree will produce again this year. The squirrel can't leave the rotting apples alone and he gets drunker than Cooter Brown. It's a riot. There's always something wonderful out there, regardless of what you're going through. I'm missing a titty and part of one leg. Could be worse, I could be missing the entire leg. Or worse than that, my ability to think. My ability to be me, regardless of whether or not I can talk well, or throw the heavy shit, or ride the bike. My mind is still here.
My Amour De La Vie, that won't die with me, that will be around always
