It has been a fortnight at least since my last post. I had mentally withdrawn into myself. I thought that this blog was also a useless bit of personal diary. And then came the calls, the emails, and a barrage of facebook notes asking if I’ve been anywhere from ill to dead. These inquiries have allowed me to realize how many of you read and that my posts need not stop, despite where I think my head may be. Thank you all for awakening my soul.

We’ll leave Florida this week. Our quest is to be able to visit when the baby arrives in a few weeks. We know this is the time for just mom and dad so we won’t be pesty, however, I can’t comprehend what is in store when I hold that child in my arms for the first time.

We passed the week by doing the usual. Cycling in the morning, lying at the pool in the afternoon, and then taking the pontoon out on the Suwanee in search of some bass until the sun set on the waters. We’ve been bidding adieu to those who have left for more northern climes and by mid week we should be doing the same.

Perhaps you can help my friends in the quest to conquer breat cancer. I’m asking this for a distance family member who has created this magnificent website entitle Strings for a Cure. Please click on the link and see the many famous artists who have donated their used guitar strings to wonderful cause. From Bon Jovi to Les Paul and throngs in between, the strings are used to make jewelry, which you will see on the website. The proceeds go to the wonderful cause of finding a cure for breast cancer. So just don’t wear your pink during the month of November. Send in your strings, and those of a friend. Everyone out there knows someone who strums the long neck. So take the time, visit the site, and be a part of the solution.

For most of the day, I  busied myself  by cleaning and rearranging items towed in the trailer, allowing  thoughts to run rampant in my mental process. Was the incident a manifestation of bad karma? Have I done something wrong and now retribution has reared its ugly head?  None come specifically to mind. I try not to hurt anyone’s feelings and still make attempts, however futile to live by the golden rule. Do I have too many material possessions while much of the world has far less? Not a chance. I’ve worked long and hard for almost four decades to allow myself these pleasures. This line of thinking is just the Catholic guilt that has followed my daily steps for the good part of fifty-eight years. Was it just plain stupidity on my part? Afterall, I didn’t set the anti-theft button when we vacated the vehicle. Or was it just a plain act of fate – an incident with random victims for which there is no rhyme or reason?

I’ve learned so much from this. While I toiled away within the walls of the trailer, anticipating a Steeler win, Robin came to my assistance with not only a willing back but her knowledge of packing. But it was not that kind of help that finds me fallling in love with her again. It is her words of encouragement pervaying the feeling that once again “things will be all right”. The solace that she provides is like a bright lamp that I can always trust in the darkness.

Brutus being spared from harm has awakened in me feelings that I didn’t know existed. Sure, he is at times a pain in the butt. He has become her baby, replacing me as the central figure in her life. Plans sometimes need changed and rectified because of his mere existence. However, I didn’t realize the love I have for him when coming so close to his possible loss.

This incident has ignited all five senses into a concert or preparedness. Perhaps it has alerted us to sentry duties unrealized that will be needed for future days. Once again, I have been able to find some good, embrace lessons learned, from a disastrous day.

The cholorphyll has given way to the array of eye candy that nature bestows upon us each October. As age takes its toll on me, it has become my favorite of seasons. Perhaps it is the masterpiece that nature paints giving us one last piece of artwork before the death knell of plant life takes hold. Hopefully this will be the last installment having anything to do with medical issues. The infection is being controlled with assistance from an unnamed pharmacutical company.  A suture lying under the muscle tissue in the neck was the main culprit. The wonderful world of antibiotics to the rescue. My world is back to normal after a series of hurdles over the past three years. The blog should now focus on the many interesting people I meet along this wonderful journey. Our stay here at Lake in Wood shall soon be coming to an end. The campground closes the first of November. Robin and I have agreed to host the Halloween activities at the Gnome Cafe. Soon it shall be time to head for warmer climates, but I’ll keep you posted as to the week’s musings.