Given I received sobering health news over the past few weeks, confirmed yesterday by a heart specialist, I am in a pretty good mood.
Perhaps, I am basically an optimist.
Perhaps remembering to have an attitude of gratitude works.
Perhaps over time, I will experience a range of emotions.
Perhaps I am in denial.
My new heart specialist says I have an aneurism in my ascending aorta. Where the aorta should be three centimeters, it balloons into four centimeters. When the aneurism reaches 5-5.5 centimeters, he will operate.
“And I am very good,” he said confidently.
For now, we wait and watch with periodic CAT scans, and keep my blood pressure under control. Yesterday it was 122/68.
Thank goodness for Medicare.
I finished Pilgrimage by Mark Shriver and have several other books on the go. I reset my Goodreads goal to 55 for 2017. Fifty-five is the average goal for Goodreads participants. I figure I am at least average.
In making book selections, I harken back to the instructions of my seventh grade teacher who told us on library visits to pick books from fiction, nonfiction, and biography.
Biography was most difficult for me, until I stumbled on a series of biographies about western heroes like Wild Bill Hickok, Kit Carson and others. I read that series followed by all of Zane Grey’s books, where I discovered the word “bosom”in Riders of the Purple Sage.
I thought western heroes were great until later in life when I read E.E. Cummings poetry.
All these years later, certain lines by Cummings pop into my head, such as his poem about Carson (or Custer) “how’d you like your blue-eyed boy now, Mr Death?” and “yes m’am, even General Sherman said, War is Hell.”
Ever since, those days, I try to vary my choices so I am not reading all one kind of book.
Lately, having recently read nine of ten Henning Mankell Wallender stories, I’ve read too many police procedurals.
Over the holidays, I switched gears and began reading One Wild Bird at a Time: Portraits of Individual Lives, by Bernd Heinrich, an ornithologist living in the Maine woods.
I gave David a copy of this Audubon recommended book for Christmas and he began crying. He, who spent his life indoors with various technical jobs has, in retirement, become very fond of birds. We now have several feeders out back. The birds especially a pair of Cardinals, hatched last spring, flock when they see him.
This is good thing I tell him because I intend to get back out to Huntly Meadows soon and look for ducks. I’m hoping I can get him to walk out to the boardwalk over the pond. It will do us both much good.