Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning. It’s raining again this morning and all that erosion mitigation I’ve been doing is in the slow process of sealing itself with floating cedar leaves, beginning to back up water and drop the silt burden.
There’s a timely, subtle irony in this. While that miniscule effort directed at reversing erosion by time begins doing its job, my old friend Gale, [who owns this place] pictured above climbing a mountain in 1998 is in the intensive care unit of the Kerrville hospital. He’s been there almost a week now, them searching for a different sort of erosion.
He was carrying a high temperature for an old man when he finally went to a medico, who sent him to Emergency. In ICU they found he had pneumonia, a blood infection, and didn’t know what-all else. Yesterday they finally discovered a massive kidney stone. Today they’ll be doing surgery to remove it and hopefully he’ll begin the long climb to recovery.
I’ve been spoiled by good health and mostly robust physical condition. I suppose, even though I’ve known he had a lot of aches, pains and vehicular problems, I still think of him as that young man of almost 60, climbing that mountain, or maybe younger. I’ve probably been harder on him, less understanding of his limitations than I should have been as I watched him not doing a lot of things he knew he should, or I thought he should.
But it’s time I recognized he’s not as young as me anymore, that he’s grown to be an old man while I watched, not noticing. Happened too slowly, I suppose, maybe like watching a kid grow up.
I’ve got to learn to show more respect and patience for old people.