Going forward

Birthday passed. I received gorgeous cards from Melissa, Helen and Sharla – really gorgeous and I will save them. I received a lovely email from David. I received a card from my fabulous granddaughters decorated with their artwork. The 4 year old wrote “Nonna” in the card and drew a ghost, the ghost’s tent and a walkway to the tent – I’m not sure what that’s about but I also received a Facetime call with the girls and they do have a unicorn tent in their room. The 2-year old sent a picture of a dragon moth. Again,  I have no idea where they get these ideas from. I received beautiful flowers and a bouquet of fruit.

And I feel no different. Jennifer wrote that she didn’t know how I felt about being 75 I replied that in my inner world I still have a future and grandiose plans. The reality is that I don’t have much of a future but I have a helluva past!

I don’t talk much about the health challenges my husband and I are facing because I think it puts a burden on the people who read/hear about them. My current health problems are of my own making – I stopped taking prescribed medication without consulting my doctor and that resulted in another internal bleed. Now I’m fighting back from that. I really need to get that damn thing out of my stomach so I’m looking at some form of stomach surgery to get it out – my doctor originally had dismissed surgery because of my age but  I think it really has to be put on the table. I suppose it will depend on what my cardiologist says and that review isn’t until February.

My husband’s health is one reason I have put off any thoughts of surgery, he can’t really be left on his own and we have no support system here. It worries me greatly.

With the start of October, between my husband and I, we have medical appointments just about every week until the end of the year. Oh joy!

So what’s fun? My husband and I usually read while we eat lunch (don’t judge – when you have spent the last 12 years only interacting with one person 24/7/365 conversation can run thin). Yesterday I was eating, reading and laughing. My husband made a little amused sound and I said “What?” and he said “It amuses me that you can eat and laugh at the same time”

And that’s me – and I am truly vain and egotistical about it – no matter what – I laugh. I love that about me. I love the laughter. I love the smiles. Go Me!

Get old, adapt, rock on…

You may recall that I’ve said almost everything reminds me of a song or a poem. Last night I said in a comment “I’ll never write again.” Instantly the song “I’ll Never Fall in Love Again” by Dionne Warwick started playing in my head.

The sidebar on Youtube included the suggestion of Tom Jones “I’ll Never Fall in Love Again”, a completely different song by the way. I had to play that video, and I recalled how much I love that song, often playing it on a loop, and what an incredible voice Tom Jones had, and even now at 81 still has. And he is still performing, and while he has adapted to age-related vocal changes, he is still rockin’.

Over the weekend I read an interview with Frankie Valli, the man is 87 and still touring! Holy Crap! I’m willing to bet good money that any venue he plays is MOST definitely ADA compliant.

Back to Tom Jones, who BTW – is, at age 81, currently on tour across England with his NEW album.  There is a video of the song “I’ll Never Fall in Love Again” – a compilation of him singing it over the years – 1967 when he was 27 years old, 1989 when he was 49 and 2001 when he was 61 – if you care to listen you will hear how he adapted – it’s a song that takes a lot of vocal power –

I found a video of him singing that song in 2011, when he was 71, and there is more adapting but still mind-blowing. I won’t bother you with that video.

My point is not just that Tom Jones had a phenomenal voice, or that he sang EVERYTHING – pop, rock, gospel, R&B, country – but that as he aged he adapted and kept on keeping on – doing what he was oh so good at and something he quite obviously enjoyed just for the love of it (nevermind the pots of money he’s made). It has put a bit of a fire under me. I had a bad day yesterday dealing with hospital personnel, the procedure went just fine, it was the interpersonnel parts that didn’t go well – I came home madder than the proverbial wet hen.

My living situation sucks, and it has sucked for a long time now. I can’t change other people, and I can’t change the basics of my situation (where I live) but I can change me. I can adapt, I can find a way to rock on (Hello David Essex). I don’t know what that looks like yet, but I will.

I mentioned that Tom Jones had a new album he is touring with, yeah well here’s a single from that album, talk about adapting –