I'm Still Here

First, the food. I made this salad of spinach, arugula, julienned carrots, red bell pepper, red onion, toasted almonds, shaved parmesan, flank steak and blood oranges. We dressed it simply with olive oil, balsamic vinegar, coarse salt and pepper. It was pretty durn good.


I've been lazy about posting here. Sometimes I don't feel like I have much to say. Days in the cubicle farm trudge along like clones in grey suits marching off a cliff's edge: all the same, all fruitless. Well, not entirely fruitless. The paycheck serves its purpose. Work is work, whether or not one applies a dreary metaphor to it. Life away from work has been just fine. But...

My surviving grandmother had a major stroke. She suffered a very serious medical incident, but, when I take the long view, things are good. She is in a better nursing home than we hoped for. She and her daughter (my mother) are speaking for the first time in years. Grandpa is being looked after by the family more than previously was the case. As my sister aptly put it, a giant alarm clock has gone off.

I liked it better when my family and I were immortal. The years have slithered by stealthily, and now they grip my heart with an iron fist. I am fat, stiff and slow. Family members, whom I once viewed as eternal and immutable, wane and yield their lives. Members of my wife's family suffer various maladies as well. All I can do is get busy and live more.