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The Wolf is Calling... Rolly A. Chabot
Seems as though I have a few words left in me for the day, so I thought I would rattle them off here. Stormy weather outside with the odd flash of lightening and crack of thunder rolling off in the west. Looks like it will be another wild night. They have even issued frost warning, this is really early for us.
So gather around, make yourself comfortable and lets see where my fingers lead us in an effort to close another day. Feel free to put your feet up on any surface and help yourself to what ever you can find for munchies. Above all else know that you are loved.
We are fast approaching fall again. Driving through the country we see that hay crops coming off and in all directions crops beginning to change from different shades of green to their final golden colours near ready for harvest. Time has past so quickly this summer, it seem like we were just watching the first spring plants appearing after the earth took its winter rest.
In years past fall would mean harvesting my winter meat, fish and wood supply. How times have changed in the way I gather now. The days of hunting moose, dear and other game has come to basically standing in a herd of animals and pointing. The wood has primarily been replaced with Natural Gas, the fish well I choose to enjoy catching them now only to return them to continue to grow and flourish.
I have begun to see the seasons of life come full circle as the years have passed. One may say I have entered the fall of my years in many years as I have slowed in so many ways. The days of tossing a 70 pound pack, a canoe and a rifle onto my shoulders and trudging through dense forest have long past. They give me many fond memories now knowing I have often been places few if any had gone. The Fall period of life is maybe the hardest to think of, yet it does have many rewards.
I find myself thinking of my Dad often these days. He passed away 11 years ago already and hardly a day goes past I do not see something or recall something of the man he was. This picture was taken after a day Dad suggested we go shopping. One thing led to another and the result was we decided to be twins this day. It was comical watching the response of people as we walked through the mall.
Some of my fondest memories of Dad was the way he would just turn and talk to a total stranger. He just had a way about him and people would respond and before long there would be a conversation taking place. I have been accused of being the same, I mean really why not turn and talk to the person behind you in a line up for something or other. I have found I suppose like my Dad there is much to be learned by listening to others. If nothing else maybe some sense of connection has been left with that person.
I was recently in a restaurant and it saddened me to watch a mother with a young boy with her. The mother spent the entire time texting on her phone while the young boy ate. The only words she exchanged were words of correction to him. I am certain the mother loved the child but what I saw was this lack of communication. What of the child's spirit, what is he learning from his mother? Will he as well pick up this habit and come to the place of being disconnected with the world around him.
Once a person resigns themselves to where they are in life it gets easier to just say why not and take life one day at a time. Each morning I wake up, can still breath, see, walk becomes a new adventure. I laughed today thinking all morning it was Friday when it is Saturday. I suppose that is a blessing of the fall of the year, maybe one day is the same as the other. There are times when I miss waking up to a purpose like going to work, then there are times when I stand on the front deck and watch all my younger neighbours taking care of that for me.
This has been a great summer in comparison to the last. At this time last year I found myself very ill and heading for surgery to have a Gallbladder removed. I had lain in hospital waiting for a full 5 days before it finally was removed. Surgery times were precious but in the 5 day wait infection had taken hold yet each day I would be told I would be next on the list. One day led to another until the morning I stepped into the conversation of the doctors where I suggested they send me somewhere to have the surgery done. I was lucky to have it done that same afternoon. 5 days on Morphine every 4 hours is no way to live. But again grateful to the Doctor who stepped forward and promised he would take care of it for me.
I will be forever grateful to that Doctor for his compassion. I know the system in the heath care is busy and I understand to a point there will always be another more in need than myself. Just happy it is something which has passed. One great thing about it all was I dropped so 30 pounds and now sit at a nice comfortable 170 pounds.
I do love watching things grow in nature and even more so in people. We are meant to be social and yes kind to each other. I again take the lesson from my Dad and find I am doing as he did, just say hello. It is something which is so easy to do, you just never can tell you may have something very much in common.
So has the body begins to break down, aches and pains begin to take their toll. Staying active both physically and mentally is so very important. Health issues will come and go. Glaucoma has been a concern for 16 years. I have suffered a 40% loss of vision in the left eye and now it is beginning in the right eye. What I have lost ij eyesight can not be given back. Comical as my specialist has decided to do cataract surgery in January. Hopefully it clears the vision some anyway, I smile at thinking of the loss of this that and or the other thing. It is special today to have such technology is it not.
Well I have chattered enough here this evening. I do hope I have not bored you to tears. If nothing else you can take away from my blathering take this. "Enjoy each day you have been given, take the many blessings we take advantage of and hold them dear. One of the greatest assets we have is each other. Know that you are dearly loved and treasured here at the Fireside...
© Rolly A. Chabot