Please Stay Tuned for This Message From Our Sponsor
Normally, Strolling Amok is about thoughts, places, adventures and misadventures. Nothing profound – just goofin’ around. You may have noticed the recent veer toward hardware, recycled posts, and ill-considered considerations. Sorry to say, that trend will continue for awhile. As a matter of fact, the rest of this year is pretty well shot, as far as “camping the USA” articles go.
I finally got in to have a heart surgeon evaluate some new-fangled movin’ pitchers on DVD, and in trade for the next three months of my life, I’ll receive an operational circulatory system, pretty much. The proper time is right now, I’m told, not next year when delay damage would negate the benefits. All it will take is some guy on my chest with a roofing crowbar, some Gor-Tex shoelaces, and a couple feet of Gorilla tape. But, that can’t happen until late next month. After that, I won’t be able to raise my hands above my head for awhile, which will pretty much kill my ability to latch/unlatch and raise the Intrepid’s heavy-laden roof. On the plus side, I won’t have a long descent into a wheelchair with an oxygen tank, and occasional trips to the ER to look forward to anytime soon. I also won’t miss the anticipation of a game-ending artery blowout in a few years. Something else will have to kill me, hopefully well after I’ve gotten a few more misadventures under my belt. In its own way, this penchant I have for making stupid decisions and then having to deal with the results has its own addictive charm. At its foundation, isn’t all of life one big course correction, really?
However, all that will put me squarely into stationary gridlock for awhile, followed by a cold-weather beeline for my home court in Illinois and then Rancho Begley in Wellton, Arizona, none of which involves touring or finding obscure campsites. Oh, well. In the meantime I’ll do what I can here, but it won’t follow the pattern. You three readers will just have to ignore what I do post, and look as happy as you can until my inane and pointless lifestyle finally resumes. The potential upside for you of course is that you may discover that this entire blog has actually been a waste of your valuable time from the get-go, like broadcast television has been ever since Soupy Sales went off the air. Do not blame me, however. I did not put a gun to your head to make you read it. Everyone makes mistakes, and this is one of yours.
Then again, it recently occurred to me that I might be able to resume riding a conventional unassisted bicycle again. You know, one which has no motor or battery and doesn’t weigh 60 pounds. The thought of having my endurance based upon (lack of) muscle conditioning and available oxygen rather than a heart that sounds like a combination of a washing machine and a squeezed asthmatic kewpie doll just might introduce new possibilities all ’round. What a blessing that would be! Kind of hard to wrap my mind around, actually. Been living with the long slide down for way too many decades. Considering that medical advancements have since transformed a very difficult experimental procedure into a “pretty routine, in the right hands” procedure, don’t let anyone tell you that procrastination doesn’t pay off. It do.