Hello there, it's been a while since we've had a chat and I've missed all of you.
The Chronicle Times editors have been very patient with me, which I have appreciated. Perhaps you've noticed that good writers go to great lengths to avoid cliché's -- you know, those little word grouping or catch phrases that are so easily picked up. And though I may not be a skilled writer I've always tried to avoid them too. But there's one I just can't get away from -- that very common one that says, "Aging's not for sissies."
The years have been creeping up on me. I lefted my beloved home of 60 odd years to come to my assisted living apartment, just 10 minutes from my only daughter. But then a series of TIA's (small strokes), blood clots, etc., etc., zeroed in and I'm living the cliché.
Between some small strokes, blood clots, etc., things started falling apart. Hospitals and special care units are definitely "not for sissies" in the first place, and then I'd been used to just a few doctors, Koser and Blair in Cherokee and by beloved Dr. Doorenbos who came to Marcus from Le Mars for years.
But once in special care here a whole cadre of specialists has besieged me, and so it goes.
When unable to see well enough to write my Gray Matters, I immediately contacted Bob Reed, Marcus native and public radio guru now living in Florida, to guest write for a while. But then I discovered that he, some years younger than me, is now on oxygen. In his words, the doctors say he'll be on it 24/7 the rest of his days and he's dead set on proving them wrong. I do wish him well, as I know you all do. Bob gave me some suggestions, which I hope to pursue. Meanwhile I appreciate your good wishes and your patience.
And so remember, you live in the very best part of Iowa. My new eastern Iowan friends may think otherwise so I try to refrain from telling them so. But I can share my feelings with you.
Dear Cherokee County friends stopped by to visit recently and what a pleasure that was. They brought me news of your coming and goings. And it was such fun to just sit and visit about my beloved northwest Iowa where things are set out in fenced-in squares. You can direct people to go some many miles east, turn left and continue another given number of miles to reach your destination.
Over here you go to a certain road, curve around to many turns and on and on. Frankly if I were on my own I'd be totally lost.
For now, enjoy the great fall weather and your special part of Iowa.
I wish all of you well.