Life is so crazy some days. And then others, you're sitting on the side of the road in Texas waiting for the police officer to issue you a warning for doing absolutely nothing.
My paternal grandmother, Myrtle the Turtle Traffic Light, as my sister and I use to call her before dissolving into the sorts of giggles produced only by very young children, was the kind of woman who would absolutely have been a rule-breaker, a flapper, a radical feminist. She was a little bit wild, an assertive leader, who received surprisingly naughty letters from her future husband. Those letters have changed me (what is once seen cannot ever be unseen) in ways that are probably not for the better. I think I'd have preferred to see her letters instead of his but apparently men of that era were less inclined to keep love letters tied in a bundle.
Many years ago, probably in the late 1970s, Grandma MtTTL took my sister and me to see a version of The Ink Spots perform at The Brown Derby, a long-ago restaurant in Erie. We were the only children in the audience and those elderly men were absolutely delighted to introduce us to the music that has influenced so many musicians who came after.
The Ink Spots profoundly proclaimed in one of their songs "Into every life, rain must fall." No one, in the history of forever, has been more right than they were in that song.
There's a thing – it's not X, Y. or Z. It could be an anomalous A or a blah, blah, blah. It's big and it's on my liver. By the time most of you read this, I will be in robotic surgery, after which I'll rest in some high-monitor unit of a hospital. I'll be lighter by 20% of my liver and grumpy. Neither of these would be normal for me; nor were they on my bingo card for 2024. See the above paragraphs for pithy wisdom about predicting your future.
Why am I telling you mid-event? Why am I telling you at all? Why me? (Why not me?) There are no good answers to these or many other questions. I won't have access to technology for a few days and then I'll be using my initially limited energy to finish a project I've been working on. I will check in, though, to let you all know about life with less liver.
Don't worry about me. I'm in good hands and in good spirits. And I'll have a cool scar to add to my collection. Maybe, if it's worth it, I'll write a blog about the experience.
Life is crazy some days.
Much love.
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