Bond, Vaga Bond Doctors sent me home Thursday evening. According to nurses and staff I had reached all of the items on the ready-to-go-home checklist very quickly. Now, begins the challenging part. There is a… More
Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans. — John Lennon
Life is what happens…..
Monday of last week, I posted my first poem in two months (who am i). At that moment, I was feeling good, strong, and my recovery was going well. I knew I had open heart surgery on the horizon (Sept or Oct), but things were positive.
Then, my blood pressure dropped to dangerous levels.
This week, doctors have run more tests. They confirmed two arteries in my heart are deteriorating faster than they first suspected (one being the widow maker).
We are scrambling to get insurance approval, chest X-ray, EKG, carotid ultrasound, vein mapping, COVID test, and a meeting with an anesthesia team all complete.
I will do my best to answer all comments and read as many blogs as time permits.
This most likely will be my last post for a while.
Be happy. Stay inspired.
On a different note, I have updated The Man Behind The Blog. Please, feel free to drop a note there.
dancing are rays of moonlight
on the ocean
dancing are your verses
upon my skin
goosebumps slowly transform
into prima ballerinas
dancing an eternal allégro
a pirouette of white plumes
stirring me with passion
tickling every crevice
in my soul
a dry leaf dances
when the cool wind
drags and pushes her away
reminiscent of the fashion
you discard my love
for every time we get close
‘til our souls are almost one
you become a gentle breeze
softly caressing my heart
then, you’re gone
Be gentle people, it has been two months since I attempted to write poetry. There is plenty of rust.
who am i
who are you
her reflection sighs
fogging the mirror
before I can steal a kiss
who am I
the mist dissipates
revealing a garden forgotten
a mirror image of me
two flowers of dark love
sowed in solitude
I soil my face with jasmines
her scent whispers to me
you are my soul
I am the air that you breathe
making new friends
Everyday during my early morning and evening walks, I have been making new friends.
I get plenty of these guys everyday.
This tiny frog was less than an inch long.
Then, there was this adorable rabbit.
Every thing was fine until this guy showed up. I am a city boy and unaccustomed to these creatures.
Then, I started feeling all Crocodile Dundee, when this guy stuck his head up every time I passed.
I really shouldn’t complain. Two weeks ago, a family in Tampa found this visitor at their door early one morning.
I am doing well. Staying safe. Getting exercise and following a healthy diet.
Take good care of yourself. Be safe.
Poetry and open comments on Monday.
Why does a man choose to walk a path alone, when he has so many friends willing to walk alongside him?
It would be easy for me to say, after my parents passed, I found myself alone in the world. With no siblings, aunts, uncles, or cousins, life forced me into this life of seclusion. But I know this isn’t true.
Yet, every time I find myself in desperate need of companionship and support, I find myself retreating into the comfort of my lonely shell.
To all my friends who have been reaching out to me, I am so sorry for the delay in my responses. It is not a rejection. It is an automatic defense mechanism, probably an unhealthy one, that gets me through these tough moments in life.
It is something I need to conquer if I ever expect to share my life with someone. After all, love is about sharing the smiles, sunsets, as well as the pain.
Hello. I never mention these milestones, but this time I felt I should.
First, I would like to thank the three men that are following me. Never would have achieved this without you. ONLY KIDDING.
I find this achievement remarkable because after two weeks of blogging, I only had one follower Eye-Dancers. By the end of my first full month, I picked up a second follower Carrie Rubin. Thanks to them for their early encouragement.
I have been lucky to make amazing friends who have been with me since the beginning of this incredible journey. Sweet and supportive Aruna @ Roseyevening, a special writer and funny friend John at FictionFavorites, the only blogger I refer to as my sister Diane at LadiesWhoLunchReviews , and a very special gentleman across the pond Derrick at DerrickJKnight.
This post wouldn’t be possible without the generous support of friends who reblogged my work and introduced me to so many wonderful people. John at ByTheMightyMumford, Chuck at TheReluctantPoet, John at JohnCoyote, Jack at HaveWeHadHelp, and Ian at AceNewsServices. They have all played a great part in my success.
When I started blogging, this corner was dedicated to novel and screen writing and humor. Then, I started reading poetry…..
Sadly, the poets that inspired me to start writing poetry are gone and only one remains. Let me tell you, she inspires me today just as she did four and a half years ago. Her work remains fresh, brilliant, and inspiring. Please stop by and visit Holly at HouseofHeart. She may kill me for this, but Holly is the only blogger who ever inspired me to write about her hair TheBeautifulRedhead.
I would like to thank you for your support, friendship, and the laughs. It has been an unforgettable journey. Hopefully, you will stay with me as I continue my trek to publication, dare I say, and find love along the way.
The Lonely Author
just a thought – 6
there is nothing sexier
than a confident woman
Good To Be Back
First, my apologies for a few drafts that posted the other day and any confusion they may have caused.
Feeling good, strong, and flirty.
WHAT HAS KEPT ME AWAY? There are issues with my heart that still need to be resolved. My primary doctor and cardiologist disagree with the next steps. Going for a third opinion (but open heart surgery appears to be on the horizon).
Let’s leave that conversation for another day.
In the meanwhile, I will be coming back slowly. Most of my posts will be comments closed as I catch up with messages and touch base with all of you through your posts.
Thank you for all of your warm messages and support.
Oh, and poetry…….don’t feel anything in my bones. Hopefully, it will come back reading your posts.
Lonely Author: recovery, rest, and trilogies
Just wanted to get in touch with you to let you know I am recovering slowly, getting plenty of rest. Thank you so much for your kind messages and prayers.
That is the view from my balcony. I have sat there watching sunsets and getting fresh air.
My daughter Catherine came down to Florida the day before my procedure. She surprised me with a special guest Ally. They have been cooking, cleaning and driving me crazy, I meant driving me around. Doing their best to give me a strong dose of laugh therapy.
On Sunday, they surprised me taking me to dinner for an early Father’s Day celebration (since they won’t be here for the actual day). Don’t worry, I drank water.
I am a very lucky man. A few ex-girlfriends from New York offered to come down to take care of me. Felt some stress imagining all these exes in my apartment. The fighting, the hairing pulling, the screaming.
I already get enough of that wrestling over the remote control with my daughter.
Oh, speaking of remote control.
Catherine and Ally promised me a Twilight marathon this week.
It seems like cruel and unusual punishment for a man in recovery.
Soon to start seven weeks of heart strengthening therapy.
Missing all of you. ❤️