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    Hi, Wings: When I referred to not making a drama of it, I meant I do not tell anyone outside the pale of our family any of the details of his life or death. It
    Message 1 of 10 , Nov 27, 2012
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      Hi, Wings:
       
      When I referred to not making a drama of it, I meant I do not tell anyone outside the pale of our family any of the details of his life or death. It is sacrosanct. Even in my writing, I do not use anything from that part of my life other than what I learned in general about what happens to families who have a member that doesn't meet the expectations of outsiders. That has made me more conscious of the dynamics of every family where there are both appropriate secrets and ones whose hiding causes some of them more pain. Keeping our own counsel about our late son means simply that we do not get either unsolicited advice or unctuous platitudes that are even less welcome.
       
      My family doesn't seem to age in the routine sense of the word. Our bodies age, of course, but my mom, at 88 wrote an epic poem of over 150 pages about the life of her mother. She also took up painting after retirement at 73, and produced some pieces that are hanging in interesting places.  She earned a college degree from scratch by her late 70s (all A's of course) and was a valued member of more committees of meaningful organizations than most would have time for.
       
      I am, as you said, a mere child in the geriatric family. However, except for a few wrinkles, there is not a significant difference in my productivity from earlier times in my life. I choose not to work full time. I set up my career to make my family financially bulletproof by the time I reached early sixties. It allows me the freedom to do as I please rather than what I have to. As I joke, I may be reduced to eating cat food, but it will be IAMS, not Purina!
       
      I had my last book published in 2010 and my next one will be ready early next year--my first foray into book-length fiction. I now laugh at the maxim: Don't give up your day job. It should read: don't give up your day job until you have earned or stolen enough to live on forever.
       
      I took a new writing job and it will be taxing because of the need for perfection. But, as I like to joke: At thirty-five cents a word, and a typing speed of a hundred words a minute, I better watch myself or I could get greedy and cause myself to get carpal tunnel syndrome! With several hundred thousand words published and several million written, I would suppose that if that were possible, it would have long-since happened.
       
      What makes me deceptively youthful is the fact that I have yet to get my first gray hair. When I was young, I always bemoaned my light brown hair (with blond highlights now that I live in the sub-tropics). It was so...colorless! But now, looking at all the "Q-Tips" who are my age-mates, I can't help but see the irony. Watch out what you wish for...
       
      I have RMS (restless mind syndrome) which evolved from an overdose of Wanderlust. I have traveled to many countries looking for the elusive and eventually realized that what I was looking for existed within me. It was an eternal quest for knowledge and understanding and an acceptance that all I have to do is know myself and I will know everything about the world I need to know. My late mom, when I was a child, called what I have, "the curse of intelligence."
       
      I don't play games. I don't need to be entertained. I do not suffer fools gladly. Time is both friend and enemy. Anything good happens only over time but I do not like to waste a moment of it on trivia or garden fence chatter. The only thing I find less tolerable is when someone tries to use my professional skills for free therapy. I simply close the door.
       
      It is fun engaging in this discussion with you. You have much to offer and have a wonderfully inventive way to put it across. I look forward to your next communication.
       
      Lollipops and unicorns,
       
      Milt
       
       
      In a message dated 11/27/2012 8:24:12 A.M. Eastern Standard Time, wings081@... writes:
       

      Hi Milton

      Re: "We do not make a drama out of little white coffins."
      Perhaps I failed in my attempt to accurately apprise you of the
      trauma surrounding my darling granddaughter and Lily, her first born.
      Naomi and her Partner Chris, two of the most delightful people
      you could ever wish to meet, were `over the moon' at the prospect
      of welcoming their first child into the World.
      Naomi was a little worried as she is diabetic but was assured
      during her months of pregnancy, that her complaint should
      not present a problem.
      It was not until the baby was delivered in the maternity ward
      that a serious defect became apparent. So serious that an ambulance
      was called to take parents and child up to Bristol, some 170 miles
      distance, seeking help from the top physicians of our West Country.
      The problem was similar to that of a hiatus hernia, with the
      lower organs migrating into the chest cavity.
      Dedicated medical staff spent many hours through the night
      in their attempts to correct the fluke of nature. All to no effect
      and little Lily returned to Cornwall where she now remains in a
      small cedar-wood box, awaiting a decision on her final resting place.

      Re: "We are all born and we all die" also: "My focus remains on the living"
      I can honestly aver, I have never been afraid of death. My dear wife has been waiting the past 29years for me to join her in our local
      churchyard and according to a specialist yesterday morning, her vigil may soon be nearing its conclusion.
      In the meantime I will continue to "Focus on the living."
      Family and Locals know I am always available to help put right any wrongs laid against them by those `authorities' who believe they are God. A case of: "Once a councillor, always a councillor" yet
      I distanced myself from politics more years ago than I care to remember.
      Allow me to offer you a piece of useful advice Milton:
      You are relatively young by today's senectitude standards, but as you celebrate a dozen or so more birthdays, you will hopefully come to realise people expect you to be a little senile so I strongly advise you to take full advantage of their false impression of your faculties.
      Personally nothing fazes me and I don't give a fig for the type of
      official busybody who tries to take me down a peg or two on the scoreboard of life.
      Stand your ground and you will very soon receive the respect
      you deserve even though your friends and family will have the tendency to walk clear of you when they realise the dirt's going to hit the fan.

      Although not strongly religious, I have always endeavoured to live my life in accordance with the Decalogue of Moses. Sometimes bending the rules a little but never to the detriment of the feelings of my fellows.
      I applaud your efforts in helping others and trust you'll excuse me wittering on in this fashion. I do appreciate your input and I look forward to more from your pen
      As always
      Wings

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