Ken’s e-Pistle

July 26, 2023

It is our common lot to suddenly find ourselves in a pantry, closet or before an open refrigerator and wonder what it is for which we came.  Miss Vicki caught me standing slack-jawed in the pantry last week inquiring of myself why I had come thence.  Being the good and concerned help meet she is, inquiries were immediately launched across my bow.  “Are you wearing your c-pap at night?”  “Are you taking all of your medications?”  “How are you sleeping?”  This is the stuff of which paranoia is made.

One of my weekly routines is to have breakfast with a group of fellows who provide a haven of sanity.  They are all much smarter and more accomplished than I.  They are retired from the professions of medicine, law and academia, having distinguished themselves up until their retirement.  Sometimes, I can’t help but think that I am somewhat of a charitable project for them.  Still, they tolerate me well, even laughing at my jokes appropriately.

Upon sharing my memory concerns with them, a member of the group who is a retired interventional radiologist, sent me the following quote.  “When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened.  It is sad to go to  pieces like this but we all have to  do it.”

I bid you peace! Perhaps even of mind!