I have a confession to make. The last few weeks I’ve taken advantage of a random quote by fifth century Pope, St. Celestine I. Celestin founded the Vatican diplomatic corps. Imagine, 2,000 years ago the world already needed diplomats for countries to speak kindly to each other. Probably because like today, it was difficult to understand what was going on when everyone was shouting, so they needed experts at listening and whispering.
I’ve contrasted those Monday posts with Thursday’s Good News of the Week feature. Proof that even as the world’s former greatest civilized country crumbles in despotism, they are pockets, very large pockets of good in the rest of the world. They’ve been fun looking up and selecting 5 or 6 examples of, if not happy news, at least news that doesn’t want to make you throw up every time tangerine face pops up from his recharging pad and says something more stupid than you thought it could get.
The truth is, they are both easy subjects to pull together 500 words that don’t sound like 500 words of gibberish, aka what a text based social media post passes for nowadays. There were easy and I needed easy.
I am wrapping up a significant creative project that I’ll be announcing sometime in September and a lot of my creative fuel has been spent on that. At the same time, I’ve been involved with a series of speech contests again, this time as organizer and chair rather than contestant. Contestant by far is the easier gig.
With all that going on, I’d typically still be able to think up a few original thoughts to share with you but for the fact that I have all that going on while I’m running at about 60% capacity. Earlier this year, I noticed my walks were getting more difficult. To make a long story short (too late), after ruling out joint, muscle, strength and stamina, and respiratory concerns, the last organ to be looked at was heart.
As a lifelong member of the “I have a heart murmur club” I knew I had a valve that was not like the others. I also knew they can stay a nuisance for a lifetime or shift into problem gear over a very short time. Mine decided to shift. In the process of checking that out, they also uncovered a slightly uncooperative heart artery.
As this post is being published, I will be prepped for a cardiac catheterization, angioplasty, and deeper look at the mitral valve. Supposedly this will all take just a few hours, and I’ll be home to peruse today’s Reader sometime this afternoon.
I’ve taken Celestine’s quote, “We are deservedly to blame if we encourage error by silence,” to heart (no pun intended) and do not want to be also responsible for misunderstanding encouraged by silence. I hope by next week I can be more myself on Monday posts. I think I’d like to continue taking the easy way out on Thursday though and stick with Good News Thursday releases. There’s always room for good news, even if they do their damnedest to suppress it in Washington, DC.









