Will Unwound #844: “Life Rolls On…and on”September 25, 2013
I’ve always been interested in what drives our lives. We all form certain habits, take care of certain responsibilities, and become attached to certain things. The computer is one of those things.
Over the past month I have had ongoing computer problems that have required repairs. This has disrupted my life more than I expected. Since I don’t have a smart phone or a television set, my Apple laptop is what keeps me wired to the world. When that wire gets cut a certain disorientation sets in. I’m retired so I don’t have a computer at work to fall back on.
At first, I was annoyed about not having a computer. Then I was annoyed at being annoyed. I have a house full of books to read, and for news I can bike down to the donut shop not just to read the newspaper but also to listen to the good old boys pontificate on current events. Sometimes I think Obama should find a donut shop to hang out at. It might be more valuable to him than attending cabinet meetings. So…yesterday just as I was happily adjusting to being out of the digital loop I got the call from Apple that my laptop was fixed, and so here I am back in the Tavern.
Not much has happened since I last stopped by. I did have a birthday…my 64th. I prefer to look upon birthdays as benchmarks rather than as occasions for celebration. How have I evolved? How have I regressed? This annual reality check has become more important to me since my mother passed away. She died on the third floor of a nursing home that was filled with folks with dementia. This startled and frightened me. She was there for two weeks, and in that two weeks I realized how fortunate she was to pass away with her full wits about her.
How will I die? Will I have my wits about me? Dementia is a very scary thing. So now at my birthdays the annual reality check includes the question: am I slipping mentally? It is one of the reasons why I read books incessantly and why I re-started this blog after a year’s hiatus. I’ve got to stay sharp. I guess my theory about the brain is if you don’t use it you’ll probably lose it.
But at 64 the body is important too. It’s the sole reason why I torture myself with golf everyday. The walk and the challenge of hitting a little white ball into a little dark hole keeps me in shape.
Yesterday, on my birthday, on the ninth hole of the little par 3 golf course I sometimes play I hit a hole in one. It was an odd feeling. As soon as I hit the ball I knew it was going in. Just knew.
Curious as to how long a shot it was, I walked into the pro shop and asked the distance from the white tees on number 9.
The answer startled me: 64 yards.