Copyright © 2010 by Ralph Couey
More random thoughts from inside a blizzard...
One of the frustrating things about this winter is that it doesn't seem to be ending. By this time of the year, I would've expected more 40-degree days, perhaps even a brief surge into the 50s. But instead, we remain in the 20s and for the third time this month a blizzard is raging outside my windows. I'm glad now that I put my motorcycle in storage. If I had to look at it everytime I went to the garage, I think I'd truly be insane by now.
Despite the weather, the folks around here are bearing up quite nicely. There are a few grumps here and there, but mostly people remain upbeat. We all have a deep and abiding faith that spring will come. Some day.
The day before yesterday, the skies cleared and the winds died down. That day, I wore street shoes into work instead of snow boots. I have to admit that it was kind of a nice thing to feel fresh air on my ankles again. Sort of liberating, in a black sock kind of way.
I'm in my third week of cardiac rehab. Every day, I'm told to slow down and take it easy, but I'm feeling very impatient with the pace of things. Which is strange, because on those days that I've really pushed it, I end up with some very uncomfortable consequences, like palpitations and some chest pain. I'm old enough to know better, but there seems to be within me a sense that time has become a thing of essence, that I can't afford to slow down and pace myself. I have no idea where this feeling comes from. And I have to admit to some disquiet as to it's possible source.
Last night, Tweeter jumped up on the couch and laid down, with his head resting on my leg. I was almost overcome by a feeling of peace and contentment through his simple act of pure companionship.
Yesterday as the storm came in, the flakes came out of the sky, big, clumpy, and fluffy. Even now, I still consider it to be a beautiful sight.
A couple of days ago, I went back to a piece I had written on another blog, "Mourning Unity." When I wrote it, I was rolling through a sad period, feeling very pessimistic about the future. While I've become more upbeat since then, I still think that the piece has validity and relevance.
After 32 years, I still feel a thrill when I hold my wife's hand.