15 February 2013 ~ NOW; A MOMENT IN TIME

15 February 2013 ~ NOW; A MOMENT IN TIME

 

What a lovely moment; it is now about 9:30 on a Friday evening. That's my living room and I am sitting just out of the left side of the picture. My young ladies, Zoe and Alex, are both working and my lovely bride, Jane, is at the gym. Because I am not as active as they are yet, I sit here with my laptop, enjoying my fourth can of that lovely English beer, Old Speckled Hen; aahhh… Got some vinyl playing; gentle Irish ballads, at that. I would have to say my collection of music is somewhat eclectic in its variety; Vivaldi to Vangelis, Beatles to Bocelli to Bach and so on. Everything but rap I guess; after all, I suppose I have to include my lovely bride’s punk music. But then again, she does tolerate my country music; well, some of it, maybe.

This moment that I am in reminds me of my misspent, but happy youth.  Those years from about 19 to your late 20s are so liberating!  Like any young man of the 1980s, I was always on the go with soccer, the lads, the ladies, most sports really; rock climbing, judo, squash, swimming, etc., etc., etc.  Good, carefree times.  As much as I loved them, and I did, I wouldn’t change where I am now for the world.  What I would give to have my old body back, though.  But wouldn’t we all really!

This moment is special; I can look back on those days of yore whilst basking in ‘what is’ instead of ‘What will happen?’ when wondering about your ‘real’ adulthood that lies ahead beyond, say, 28 years old.  Mine turned out pretty damn good.  I have a great wife of 26 years with my lovely bride, Jane.  I have three fantastic kids that are all adults in their own rite with my son Martin and my daughters Zoe and Alex.  I share my life with some brilliant people that are part nuts, part caring, and part crazy; but always, always, always have my back.

This moment is so comforting right now.  It might be the Old Speckled Hen.  It might be the remnants of my pain-killers.  Wow; it might be both!

Not as much need for pain-killers now.  I’m practically waltzing around the house.  I was even ready to show my physiotherapist the steps to the Foxtrot; probably a good idea, on his part, that I didn’t.  Almost 3-weeks since my total right knee replacement and I only need crutches for longer walks outside the house; inside the house I'm an independent and mobile member of the homestead.  I actually lost about 8 pounds in the first 2 weeks.  My lovely bride said it’s because I couldn’t get to the refrigerator; I love that woman.

Anyway; that’s it for now.  A great moment shared and a second blog published. 

10 Febraury 2013 ~ NEW RIGHT KNEE; NO PAIN, NO GAIN!

 

 

This blog is basically about my total right knee replacement, or in medical terms, total right knee arthroplasty.  I am writing about this in case there is anyone that is considering this procedure or is even scheduled for it.  Why write about it?  Because I have a blog and it seemed like a good idea!

When I was getting wheeled in to the operating room I was getting very anxious and hyper-ventilating; quite frankly, I was feeling terrified.  I think there was something significant missing from this whole ordeal, and that was my own lack of educating myself more on the subject.  I appreciate that this procedure is somewhat routine, however to the recipient it is a potentially life changing event; and it is also a journey through unchartered waters for me, so my mistake was in my lack of due diligence.  Big mistake!

Let me pass along some advice in your quest of educating yourself; don’t go on You Tube and watch the surgical procedure the night before you are getting it done.  This was a foolish move on my part and probably was the root cause for my distressed state when getting wheeled in to surgery on the gurney.  I had been so busy trying to complete a work project and I had never given myself any time to find out more about what was about to happen; hence my curiosity on the eve of my surgery when I finally had time to focus on it.  In hindsight, as previously mentioned but well worth re-iterating, I should have taken the time to learn more.  I believe in this day and age it is incumbent on the individual to get educated, and I really, really, really dropped the ball on that score.

The reason I had this done was simple enough; pain and lack of mobility.  My years of playing soccer and other sports had paid its toll on my knee.  This surgery was my ninth, and hopefully last, operation on my right knee, so I wasn’t going in totally naïve; I was, however, ill prepared mentally and I only have myself to blame.  Between ACL reconstructions and cartilage tears and ligament damage, this surgery was inevitable.  My right leg was distorted and my knee didn’t look like a knee.  I was bone on bone and the osteoarthritis was painful.  I couldn’t do anything physical, such as a round of golf, without factoring in my current condition.  I knew I would need pain meds and ice and that I would not be as mobile after golf as I was before I played; at least not for a couple of days, and then things would return to their previous ‘natural state’ prior to golfing.

The surgery was on the Monday afternoon and I was discharged on the Wednesday morning.  I felt that was too soon, but I was also glad to get back home.  My wife wheeled me down to the main level of the hospital and dropped off the prescription for the pain killers and blood-thinner shots at the pharmacy.  I was parked in my wheelchair while Jane took my belongings to the car and then pulled up outside the main entrance and returned for me and the meds.  This took about 20 minutes; by which time the pain was invading me and becoming all consuming.  By the time I got in to the car I was getting distressed again because of the pain and my sense of vulnerability.  I immediately took pain meds and we left the hospital.  We stopped to call in to our old friends and neighbours where we used to live when we were in London, Ontario.  Jane had been staying there while I was in the hospital in London.  I made my way in to Marcy’s home and had a coffee and rested for a while.  The pain meds started to lose their effect after about one hour!  I waited a while and then took some more before we set off on the hour-long journey home to Sarnia.  By the time we arrived in Sarnia we made a smart play.  Jane pulled over and gave me more meds.  By the time we got home I was able to get in to our home and sit down.  My daughter, Alex took the photo of my knee that accompanies this blog; 2 days post-op.

My first night at home was a tougher one for Jane than me, I think.  My lovely bride was up a lot and administered ice-packs and meds and changed my pyjamas and the bedding three times due to my sweating from the pain.  I actually felt rested from having some ‘quality’ sleep; something that eluded me for the two nights in hospital.  The events of the night were nothing but a vague dream for me, even though it was reality.

When I woke up it was now Thursday; 3 days post-op.  Thursday was a good day, but Friday was a bad day.  I had my first visit from the physiotherapist on the Saturday.  It went well and I was encouraged to make it back down the stairs to the main floor.  The stairs were scary, which is why I had remained upstairs in my bedroom since I had got home on Wednesday.  But it felt good to be on the main floor with all the family.

As I write this it is Sunday; 2 weeks post-op.  I am now getting around quite well with just one crutch and some weight-bearing.  The key to progressing so well is one word; physiotherapy.  You have to do the exercises and work through the pain.  You absolutely have to bend and straighten your leg.  You have to work the muscle groups in your leg, which was very hard in the beginning.  You make ice your new best friend.  You have to take your pain meds if you are doing your physio as aggressively as I was; I am self-employed and do not have the luxury of taking a lot of time away from work.  But the good news is I can do a lot of work from home if I am not travelling and conducting training.

There is an incredible amount of bruising that runs from my ankle all the way up to my groin almost.  I was told by Jane that it’s a good thing because it is healing.

My staples come out Monday, that should be easy, and I have my first physio outpatient appointment on Tuesday.  The visiting physiotherapist is pleased with my progress.  But holy shit; those first few days post-op were a killer and I will be eternally grateful for pain-killers.  I wish I had been prescribed a few more, but that is really my only gripe; had the pain management been handled a bit better it would have all been much less of an issue.  As for ice; I have used enough ice to sink the Titanic, but it helps immensely.

I am pleased with my range of movement; 96 degree bend, but not so good for extension.  I was told it would take a while before I can get my leg straight.  My strength is pretty good and I’m okay with some weight-bearing but after a while I have to stop that!

The knee feels weird; sort of numb in places on and around the knee-cap.  As I understand it, that will come back with time. 

To sum it up, my “doos & don’ts” would be as follows;

• Do your due diligence beforehand so you are well informed because this is your responsibility to yourself. 
• Don’t be afraid to ask for pain meds.
• Do use lots and lots of ice because it helps a great deal.
• Do your exercises as soon as possible. 
• Don’t despair when you try to work the quad muscles in your leg and nothing happens, because it takes a bit of practice to get them fired up again, but they will work. 

Total knee arthroplasty is a painful procedure but I am feeling really good after just two weeks.  If I was given the choice I would not change a thing and I am glad I had it done.  Mind you; I would have told you a completely different story a week ago!

19 January 2013 ~ CARING, CAREFUL HANDS

I am a Transport Canada licensed Aircraft Maintenance Engineer, or A.M.E. as we’re known; most of you know that already.  For the past 10 years or so, in my 35+ years in aviation, I have been a maintenance technical instructor; most of you know that too.  Most of you also know that, at times, I fly more than I would care to call ‘glamorous’.  But every time, before I get on an aircraft to fly, I always think about the guys that were working on the aircraft last night while I was sleeping.  They’re probably sleeping now, and sleeping with a clear conscience; their work is done, and done safely, in a manner of professionalism and meticulous attention to detail that the general public may not comprehend.

 

It used to drive my wife crazy whenever I undertook a home improvement project.  Not because I’m one of those husbands that doesn’t finish what he’s started (although I am guilty of not starting soon enough), but more the manner in which I would take on the task.  I think it is in the AMEs’ DNA to carry out their work in the same manner that a surgeon would.  My wife would get so frustrated when I do something as simple as putting up a shelf and not be satisfied until that bubble on the level is exactly smack-bang in the middle of the sight-glass; even though there is some room for error.  A good AME doesn’t work with error if it can be avoided.  Whatever task we do, I can guarantee it is checked more times than Santa’s list.  I only hope that the surgeon who is going to see me lying comatose in the operating room, later this month, will carry out his work on me in the same manner as this AME would ply his trade; with caring, careful hands.

 

I have had the honour to work with some crazy folks over my years in aviation maintenance, but there’s not an aircraft I would refuse to fly in because of them; the AME is a marvel to behold.  Although we work in a strictly regulated industry, you wouldn’t believe the improvisation and ‘creative engineering’ that gets employed from time to time; and never will safety be compromised.  I could sit here and type for hours giving you examples galore, but that is not my purpose today.  The AME deals not just in engineering, but also ‘engine-uity’!

 

This isn’t exactly a ‘trade-secret’, but you know when you have used tape to mask something off and sometimes, when you remove the tape, there is always some of that sticky stuff left behind?  Of course, you have to remove it; but what to use… A lot of folks reach straight for the isopropyl alcohol, not a bad choice, but a classic rookie mistake.  Others may resort to trying to scrape it off; perhaps using their finger or thumb nail.  But do you know the best way to get sticky tape residue off of a surface?  Sticky tape!  Yup; just make a loop with the sticky surface on the outside, slip your fingers through it and ‘dab-and-roll’ over the sticky stuff and it just work its way off.  Like I said; it’s not exactly a ‘trade-secret’.  But when you’re working with a surface like the skin of an aircraft, the last thing you want to do is scrape it off and damage the paintwork; not because it will look bad, but because you will leave the metal (usually aluminum) exposed to the elements and that will mean corrosion and corrosion will compromise the structural integrity.  I hope I’m not boring you!

 

As I approach my 55th birthday in June, I am finally going to succumb to a total knee replacement.  On Monday 28 January, a little over a week from now, I shall be heading to the University of Western Ontario Hospital for my ninth, and hopefully last, right knee surgery.  Just routine for the surgeon, but potentially life-changing for this writer.  It has been a long time since I have done something as simple as kneel down, or squat, or even be able to take a little jog around the block.  Whenever I do anything physical there is always a price to pay, guaranteed; and the currency is pain.  I have lived with it for so long, now, that I accept it as an integral part of my life.  But the thought of being able to carry out a mundane task, like tying up my shoelaces, without factoring in my right knee is rather exciting!

 

The marvellous thing about orthopedic surgery is that it is just like doing a structural repair on an aircraft; literally.  They use similar tools such as hammers, drills, chisels, etc., and even have manuals to follow!  I know this because back in 1984, when I had my ACL ligament reconstructed after a soccer injury, I actually managed to read up on the 'Jones Procedure’ whilst in the hospital medical library.

 

I have been told that my surgery is not a big deal.  After all, it isn’t heart by-pass surgery.  Well I beg to differ.  Any surgery that renders you comatose, and places your future in the hands of others, is a big deal.  My emotions run from trepidation to exhilaration.  I find the whole ordeal of having another operation rather daunting.  It could be, perhaps, because I know what to expect; the process of painful recovery, the discomfort of physiotherapy, the slowly building up of lost muscle mass with exercise, etc.  Despite all of that, I am convinced my life will improve greatly with every passing week.

 

I just need to get the surgery out of the way first; with the skills of some caring, careful hands.

15 January 2013 ~ OXYMORON, METAPHOR, ANALOGY; WORDS

 

A new year of blog writing beckons; and we’re off… 

 

Ever heard that expression, “Don’t look at me in that tone of voice”?  A long-winded oxymoron perhaps?  An oxymoron, by definition, is essentially where two words, that are the opposite of each other, can be used for the purpose of emphasis; at least that is my take on it. 

 

During my recent annual Holiday correspondence with friends old and new I had an interesting experience.  It was also a good reminder of another phrase oft heard in my days, "Perception is reality", which could mean something along the lines of, that which one perceives to be true; one believes to be true.  This is often the case whether it is real or not.  Example; a guy walks in to a restaurant and orders a steak and kidley pie.  The server says, “Steak and kidley!  Do you mean steak and kidney, sir?” and the guy replies, “That’s what I said diddle I?”  Or perhaps the lonely traveller that stops at a wayside inn for the night and is enjoying a glass of ale at the lounge bar of the inn.  There, in front of the roaring fire, is the innkeeper’s dog, a handsome St. Bernard that is curiously licking away at his canine genitals.  The traveller turns to the inn-keeper and says, jokingly, “I wish I could do that.”  To which the innkeeper replies, with a serious look on his face, “He’s a good dog; if you give him a biscuit, he’ll let you.” 

 

Where am I going with this?  With the spoken word, the chance of creating a misunderstanding in the message is quite small; above example accepted.  But the chance is much greater with the written word; such as an email or even this blog.  An old friend of mine and I were recently catching up with each other after about a year and somehow each other’s message got misinterpreted.  I had unintentionally offended my old friend, and in turn I felt offended also.  Words.  How carefully one must use them, yet how poorly one does at times; albeit unintentionally.  I am pleased to say that I believe it all worked out okay with my dear old friend of many years. 

 

Words.  So if we now know what an oxymoron is, the question that begs would be:  What, exactly, is a metaphor and analogy?  I could be wrong, but as I see it… 

 

Metaphor is just a figurative use of terms, in the context to which, they are not literally applicable; whereas analogy would be some sort of pesky noun that makes you itch and sneeze. 

 

Happy New Year!  I promise to work harder with my words!

28 December 2012 ~ THE YEAR OF 2012; ALL IN ALL, A GOOD YEAR

28 December 2012 ~ THE YEAR OF 2012; ALL IN ALL, A GOOD YEAR

 

 

This will not be like my usual blogs; this is also a newsletter of sorts.  Normal service will resume in the New Year!

Christmas was another great time this year.  It usually is in our household.  If we have taught our kids anything at all, it is how to keep Christmas well.  Martin may have been on the other side of Canada but, thanks to iPhone FaceTime, we have managed to share in the season over the miles.  As we were leaving for church on Christmas Eve it actually started to snow; it is such a beautiful thing, Christmas snow.  So we did get a white Christmas after all; perfect.  Boxing Day afforded me the chance to get my snow-blower out for the first time this winter and that was fun.  And again the day after because there was so much of the white stuff; bloody snow…

A lot of the ‘happenings’ of the year of 2012 I have already written about when I started publishing my writings with this blog; the second anniversary of my mum passing away, (ABBREVIATE OR AMPLIFY?), leaving the job I was in for only six months, (THE VIEW; OTHER-SIDE, INSIDE-OUT OR OUTSIDE-IN), some philosophical thoughts along the way (A WALK THROUGH THE WOODS; A MATTER OF FAITH and others), my business trips for training assignments, (FREE AND CLEAR and ECUADOR; A LAND OF BEAUTY), the visits from England with Jane’s mum, Brenda, (BRENDA  ~ ~ ~  MOTHER-IN-LAW ~ A DELIGHT ~ A PLEASURE ~ A MOM ~ GRANDMA) and step-mum, Joyce, (I HAVE TWO MOTHER-IN-LAWS ~ AND IT IS GOOD!), even the great Olympic experience from Great Britain (OLYMPICS AND ALL THAT). 

This newsletter/blog posting is really about filling in the gaps and also giving some of my global readers a chance to “come in and know me better, man” as the ghost of Christmas present would say to Scrooge in Dickens’ A Christmas Carol.

This year has brought great change in my kids.   Well, kids wise, they’re not actually kids anymore because they are adults in their own rite... 

I have only seen my son, Martin, in the summer when he came home from the west coast of this vast and beautiful country called Canada.  We had a couple of weeks together and managed to get in some golf and other ‘guy stuff’.  It was nice to have all the family together again.  But Martin has his own life now, as he should.  He is based on Vancouver Island with the Royal Canadian Air Force and is busy with his work in air traffic control.  We chat all the time, for which I am grateful.  I was never very good at that when I was his age in the Royal Air Force and I am sure my parents were not too pleased with my selfish self-indulgent attitude back then.  Martin is light-years ahead of me from when I was 23 years old.  He seems very happy of late; perhaps because he has found a young lady, Cara, with whom he shares his life now.  My wife, Jane, and I are hoping to meet her in 2013.  She seems like a nice young woman and it pleases Jane and I no-end to see Martin with a soul-mate and happy with his lot.

Zoe has celebrated her ‘first’ anniversary with her soul-mate, Tyson.  What a lovely couple they make, too.  Just like Martin will make a good husband, there is no doubt that Zoe will make a great wife and mother one day in the future; hopefully not the immediate future!  There’s no need to rush things.  My eldest daughter is a college girl now.  It does make me feel old when I see how my children are adults and in relationships.  But there is a reason for that; it’s because I am old!  The way Zoe interacts with young children really is quite impressive; so going in to early childhood education at college was a good choice. 

Alex, my other daughter, is in grade 12 and will be graduating very soon.  That will be the end of an era; no kids at high school anymore.  That will take a bit of adjusting.  Not sure which path Ally will take yet, and neither is she.  All I know is it won’t involve young children!  Whereas her big sister excels around young ones, Ally excels in other departments such as math, French, music.  Alex is definitely her own person; sometimes to the point that her defiance and stance on things can be enough to make a saint swear.  I admire that, though, and wouldn’t want to change her.  I don’t know which direction she will take, but I am confident that it will be on her terms; and I love that about her.  Ally will be alright in the adult working world, in fact I see her as being a great boss someday. 

I just hope that, when I am really old and wrinkly and sitting in the corner dribbling away under the tartan blanket, that my kids will still have time for me!

This was the year that I lost a good and faithful friend.  Our beautiful Irish Setter, Rosie left us all weeping back in October.  I was compelled to write a blog about her on the day she passed away, (ROSIE; A GREAT IDEA).  Such a remarkable dog and I miss her terribly.

My lovely bride of 26 years, Jane, is still the light of my life.  How lucky can you get?  Three great kids and a wonderful wife.  Jane is still, as always, busy with her child-care business.  On top of that, I don’t know how, but she has managed to decorate and transform the lower level of our house in to a really cozy place.  This is good for me because I was kicked out of the spare bedroom on the top level so Jane could convert it back in to a guest-room; I wasn’t too happy at first.  But wow!  It is absolutely brilliant downstairs in the basement now.  If Jane wasn’t looking after kids I would suggest that she start her own business as a designer of interior homes and gardens because her vision in those departments is amazing.  Of course, she still discusses everything with me in great detail before we do what she wants.  But hey, it’s worked for 26 years so why change it now; right?

Jane and I took Zoe and Alex on vacation to Cancun in Mexico back in April.  We went with two other families that are friends of ours.  It was a pity Martin could not be with us, but we all still managed to have a great time.  Ally got to spend a whole day with the dolphins and learned all kinds of things and has many photos and video to cherish from the experience.

As for me; I am now a self-employed guy.  And I love it!  I do a lot of work from my home-based office; usually courseware development for aircraft maintenance training courses, but also regulatory stuff for aviation, too.  I remember last Christmas; I was grateful for the break when I got home.  I had been away from my family a lot more than my new company had led me to believe.  As soon as January arrived I was away again almost immediately; this was very frustrating!  I think I got confused between a ‘secure job’ where I was literally owned, and the freedom and responsibility of being who and what I am today.  I am enjoying the latter much more.  I don’t mind the travel because that is the nature of being an aircraft maintenance instructor, but I was spending way too much time away from home with the company I left the airline for.  In May I flew out to Düsseldorf to meet with a Russian training company and I would have to say that the two gentlemen that I met with have impressed me very much.  Our relationship has continued through the year and that is why I am heading out to Russia next year to spend some time with them.  If things go as we hope they will, I shall be spending quite a bit of time in Russia in 2013. 

Upon reflection, our family has been blessed with a good year.  Nothing too traumatic, but a few ups and downs just like any other family.  No complaints but many blessings to count.

As for the rest of the world in 2012; hmm…  There have certainly been some great moments, but I won’t dwell on them here.  There are web-sites abound that address all of that.  There have also been some tragic moments, and again I am not going to dwell.  But through it all we have somehow survived another world-ending event!  So I will close out my last blog of 2012 by just focusing on the usual year-ending ritual; New Year Resolutions.  I don’t plan on publishing any of my own.  But here are three from an ancient list of ten that might be of interest to some; I’m particularly fond of all ten, myself.  HAPPY NEW YEAR!

×          Honor thy father and thy mother.

×          Thou shalt not kill.

×          Thou shalt not steal.

 

8 December 2012 ~ WE; ARE FAMILY

8 December 2012 ~ WE; ARE FAMILY

 

I got a wee bit behind with my goal of two blogs a month in November.  Trying not to make that mistake again this month, even though I am still extremely busy with my work and not finding much time to sit and write.  Interesting that MS Word spell-checker likes ‘wee’.

I want to talk about the other one, though.  The ‘we’ one.  The Cold War has long since passed, yet a novel written before it, back in 1921, has ‘We’ as its title; Yevgeny Zamyatin writes about a frightening society.  At the other end of the social scale is ‘We the people…’ more commonly known to be the beginning of the American Constitution.  Not to be confused with the Floridian pop-punk group called ‘We the Kings’ that have actually written a song for the upcoming Hunger Games sequel, ‘Catching Fire’.  They even performed, as recent as this year, with another band called ‘We Are the In Crowd’ in Brazil.  Wow; a whole paragraph in which I completely digress!

We.  For me, ‘we’ is family.  Be that the “family of man” or whatever.  Simply put; we’re here to procreate so that our children can grow up in to adults, leave their family of origin and start their own ‘we’.  The nice thing about ‘we’ is the journey of getting there; to actually being ‘we’.  To live a life of ‘I’ would be a terribly lonely thing for this writer; though I understand, of course, that there are probably a lot of very happy ‘I’ people out there.  For me, I like the ‘we’ and all that it brings; love, frustration, joy, etc.  I like the building part; the building of a new relationship and the children it can bring and the growing up of the kids and the growing old of my soul-mate and myself.  But most of all it has to be the building of the memories.  How nice it is to sit here and tinkle on these keys like a concert pianist and recall memory after memory after memory; and every one of them has a ‘we’ in it. 

As I write this, all of my ladies are out Christmas shopping; my lovely bride, Jane and my two adult daughters, Zoe and Alex.  I have got one of my favourite movies on, White Christmas.  Tonight we are all over at my sister’s place for a Christmas party.  The Christmas trees are up.  All we need is some snow because it’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas!

If ever there was a time of year when ‘we’ becomes the most important thing in my world it has to be at Christmas.  We won’t all be together as a complete ‘we’ this Christmas because our son, Martin, will still be at his base all the way out on the west coast of Canada in British Columbia.  But this is exactly what is supposed to happen; your kids grow up and move on.  Martin will be working over Christmas in the Royal Canadian Air Force, but his girlfriend, Cara, will be with him over Christmas; and so it seems that the ‘we’ process is starting to repeat itself as it naturally does.  Also this will be a Christmas without Rosie, our lovely Irish Setter that we lost back in October.  So this is my first Christmas without our full complement of ‘we’.  All the more reason to never take your ‘we’ for granted; love every bit of it, warts and all!

‘We’; are family!

30 November 2012 ~ COMMITMENT; NOT JUST ANOTHER CLICHÉ

30 November 2012 ~ COMMITMENT; NOT JUST ANOTHER CLICHÉ

 

 

An apple a day keeps the doctor away.  True?  I don’t know.  But just suppose it is true, and it’s five minutes to midnight and you haven’t eaten yours yet; munch away!  Perhaps it’s just a cliché.

Life is full of clichés and ‘sayings’ and definitions and sales slogans that call out for our attention.  I’m not in marketing as a career and that is probably a good thing; I would go hungry, for sure.  Imagine if I was a marketing director for some major vacuum cleaner company and I was tasked with coming up with next year’s big slogan for their new line of upright models and all I could come up with is “Dysell; we’ve seen the future of our new vacuum cleaner; and it sucks.”  I guess I will stick to aviation maintenance, and all that it entails, because that is my life.

How about life?  Here’s my definition of life; keeping death at a comfortable distance.  Now, as much as I may commit to that, at some point I know I will fail in my commitment.  Why?  Simple; because that’s life!  We are not here ad infinitum; and neither is your vacuum cleaner.

Commitment; I made a commitment to post two blogs a month in my quest to become a good writer.  After all, one has to engage in the activity of ‘doing’ in order to become good at it; whether that activity is writing, learning the piano, loving your partner, or whatever.  So this, my second blog for the month of November, and second blog this afternoon, is me achieving my commitment.  It is not a monumental blog by any means; but a commitment is a commitment.

It may not be five minutes to midnight yet; I still have a little less than one hour before November closes out.  I have eaten my apple already, and I feel good knowing that my second blog is published before the midnight hour; monumental or not!  That was, and is, my commitment.

So, to close out this blog, here’s another good definition for you --- Commitment; doing the thing you said you would do, long after the mood that you said it in has left you.

Commitment may be just another cliché to some; but to this writer, at this moment in time, it feels like much more than that.

Two blogs a month is my commitment; this travellin’ man is still staying on course.