I’m Still Here, and, On My Conversion To Fatalism

The surgery to master my Battle Of The Bulge is in conclusion over, and—much to my diversion and your entertainment—I’m stop here, peeking out the Imax Window though pecking out another post from a very great archive of hikes recently celebrated with The Gang.

To have ~ing perfectly honest, it was a tad unsettling to aroynt off blood thinners for three days in canon to have hernia surgery. It’s akin to a trapeze artist, working in the absence of a net. 

Scrambled Eggs and Shakin Bacon 

One be able to’t blame anything on Something individual doesn’t believe in. So I fancy I’ll blame heredity for the woebegone bestowal of a single mutant gene (allowing I suppose there could be greater amount of lurking about in my genome, exactly waiting to raise their ugly mutt). I’m told ~ means of the Genetics Lab-Geeks that the one and the other my mother and father contributed recessive mutated genes (that which are the chances?) and, well, I divine two “recessives” equal one “dominant” which time passed on to children… whether conceived in a rumble locate or in a carefree “It’s Friday” fit of felicity at our old Ohio home. Just my casualty, that Dad’s strongest “swimmer” would have ~ing defective, and that it fell as antidote to a pretty-faced egg with the demand same mutation (start time-bomb Now).

Greedy Corporate Pharmers 

It helps to adopt a philosophical condition as one enters the Kingdom of Geezerhood, through all its “minefields” of illness and perpetual barrage greedy pharmacology corporations with “foundation-line” allegiance to shareholders completely patients. We are, after all, “time bombs,” ticking away, second by second for the luckless, year by year for most. I’ve adopted a impending religious relationship with Fatalism lately—resigned myself to a “calculate” such that when it come up, it’s to boot. Aw, if it were only that plain. Unfortunately, at this “Golden Years” ~house of life, health is a good sense of degree and relative. Death is frequently  progressive, it creeps—teases—bats you with reference to like a mouse at the claws of a bored firm cat until, mercifully, it’s “affix a ~ to” comes up and it’s from one side of to the other. It’s not that we Geezers are scared of decease, right? It’s that we trepidation living in some endless purgatory at in a ~ degree than full capacity… or worse.  

Fatalism Versus Major World Religions

Followers of Christianity meditate of death as a graduation to a thing even better, a grandiose place to what they will be reunited with kindred and loved ones… at in the smallest degree the ones that honored the Ten Commandments, anyway… and comforted by a loving God all-the-while He allows you to go from one side Hell on earth. Oh, and gratifying luck with that “Covet” Commandment. Hopefully it’s loosely defined, or we’re all “toast.” 

Muslim’s beliefs are singularly similar to Christians in that they the two believe that God is omniscient and the Creator of wholly things, as well as Angels and prophets, including Abraham, Moses, and Jesus. Muslims too believe in and read many of the books in the Bible, and that in that place will be a day of judgement where mankind will be cited for their actions and sentenced to any one Heaven or Hell. They also believe in Divine Decree, that everything that happens in undivided’s life is preordained, and that whatever happens in life, good or defective, should be accepted with thankfulness or patience… which is similar to Fatalism, of which I’ve become a convert. I would be attentive to converting to Islam except for that Jehad part. 

Que Sera Sera

Fatalism. My rare. The name kinda says it whole, doesn’t it? You are going to die! There is an element of “que sera sera”  to Fatalism… to give credit to that what ever’s going to befall is going to happen so for what cause worry about it. Who knew Alfred E. Newman was so perceptive all those years ago: “What, me worry?”

Look, I’m not wild hither and thither being on blood thinning meds, limit I’m even less wild over a stroke or pulmonary embolism that, instead of killing me outright, leaves me at inferior than full capacity, incapacitated, or in La La Land. The downside of medi-thinners is that one could “bleed out” if cut or injured. They potency even have a brain hemorrhage if, say, they crashed while riding the high hill bike that the doc told them should be put on Craig’s List. No, not at what time I just got a new construct! And that, my friends, is wherefore and where it comes in convenient to be a Fatalist. 

Peace Out from Lovely Ouray, at which place absentee Suzanne has resumed her boondock offering with The Gang. We’ve missed her intellect and jocularity and are so pleased to gain her near again, instead of in the “assembly of hearers.”   

From left on horizon, Hayden Mountains, the tallest of which is a near 14’er, Imogene Pass, United States Mountain

Bobbie, Gayle, and Chris

Look coalesce on the saddle and you be possible to see my Blood Clot Brother, Jim, seizing a walk on the wild take ~s.

A Bristlecone Pine Geezer… burnt and undisguised and still standing, kinda like Jim 🙂

Whether it’s pimples, accessible nails or ingrown hairs, these pesky problems assume to pop up on a methodical basis.

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