2021 November 04

Cinnamon and sugar rice for breakfast. It just seemed like a cold and overcast kind of breakfast

THROWBACK THURSDAY.

Originally published. November 2011

The genesis of this story goes back a long time.  I’m not sure of the exact year when it happened but I know that it was at least a decade ago, maybe closer to two.  The company, for which I was then working, added a new benefit to our package.  The new benefit was the chance to purchase Cancer Insurance at a discount.  It was set up so that my wife and I would both be covered.  It was for a one-time payout if either of us was ever diagnosed with cancer.  Because cancer has eaten away at both sides of our family, it seemed like a good idea to take the policy.

In 2003 Ella’s mammogram came back showing a spot.  It was as tiny as a grain of salt.  They performed a biopsy and found it was indeed breast cancer.  The good news was that the biopsy had removed it all.   However, to be double sure, she had a lumpectomy and radiation treatments in January 2004.  The cancer is gone, thank God

We sent the paperwork to the insurance company and received a check with which we paid the doctor.  There was money left over. What to do?

With a new perspective of our own mortality, we resolved to start doing some of those things that were planned for our retirement.  We loved camping and so determined to get away more often.  We had been tent campers since early in our marriage.  We would often spend two week stints several times a year living in our tents even while going to work every day

Now to understand us, it helps to understand ‘how’ we tent camped.  First there was the tent.  It was 12’x17’ and had 3 rooms with 2 ‘pop out’ closets.  Then we had a screen room which was 15’x20’ which was butted up to the front door of the tent. Then there was the shower tent that butted up to the back door of the tent.  Over the entire layout was a 20’x30’ silver, sun-blocking tarp.  The tarp sat on a home-made frame.  We also had a tarp as a water barrier under the entire set up.  We then had a carpet scrap that covered the tent floor.  We stacked two queen-size air mattresses for our bed

In the screen room, we had a plywood counter top laid across a series of plastic stacking drawers in the kitchen area.  Two of the drawers also acted as sinks for washing and rinsing dishes.  We used a propane stove that had two burners, a grill, and a tiny oven about 4”x6”x10”. Folding tables and chairs sat in the dining area and camp chairs in the sitting room area.  Both tents were well illuminated by Coleman lanterns powered by a couple of 20 pound LP tanks.

I mentioned the shower tent, well; we had a battery powered submersible pump that connected to a hand held shower wand.  On the floor of the tent was a very small inflatable ‘kiddy’ pool.

If we camped where there was electricity, you might also find a mini-fridge and a microwave.

With nearly 600 square feet of living space, we were far from ‘roughing it’.  As a matter of fact we often pitied the people in their travel trailers and motor homes for having to live such ‘cramped’ lives.

We lived very well when we tent camped.  However, as all good things do, there came a time when the set up, tear down and put away part of camping became too much for us.  After you’ve rolled up all of that canvas and find yourself on your knees looking for something to help pull you back to your feet, which is when you begin to think about travel trailers

I was roused this morning shortly before five. I had a disturbing dream, reliving an event from my past. Or as the movies would say, “Based on a True Story.” The dream was not an accurate depiction of the actual event, but the emotional load was the same. I suppose a therapist would say that there are still unresolved issues to be delt with.

It is strange when something from far in the past still has the ability to cause pain. “Forgive and forget.” How easily that is said. How difficult in practice. The reality is that there are emotional scars left after the healing is complete.

I have many physical scars on my hands and body. Each of them have an accompanying story. The long scar on my right hand where it was pierced by a pencil size piece of wood that broke leaving a chunk embedded. Using a razor blade and tweezers I removed it by myself. My left index finger has a U shaped scar from when I was harvesting carrots and chopping off the green tops. One misplaced slice of the knife shortened the left thumb nearly a quarter of an inch and then entered the index finger and slid along the bone. That one required a visit to the emergency room.

Those wounds are healed but not forgotten. Why should we think that the stories accompanying emotional scars can be forgotten any more easily?

At Cross Tracks Church to dropped off our contribution for the silent auction on the 14th. It is a framed picture of John Wayne. It is one of the limited edition prints commissioned by the John Wayne Birthplace. At their request, it includes John Wayne, the house, a sign, the American flag, and the dome of the Madison county courthouse. At the time that I drew this charcoal pencil picture, only the house was there. The sign and flag were added to the property to match my drawing. The courthouse can not be seen from that location. And, of courses, John Wayne wasn’t there. Michael Wayne was given the original during the birthplace’s grand opening.

I needed to make a pitstop before going any further. The older I become, the more demanding my bladder and colin become. Much like a four year old child, they want what they want, and they want it right now! That is a tantrum I don’t want to deal with.

There was a brief stop at the Leander library so Ella could return a book. She has returned to being quite an extensive reader in the last few months. Thank the Lord that there are so many free books to read online.

We stopped at Dollar Tree for frozen pizza, because I was hungry for pizza, didn’t have the ingredients to make one, and wanted to get by as cheaply as possible.

I was expecting to neither be a gourmet nor gourmand with Dollar Tree pizzas. I was correct, not great, but for a dollar apiece, not bad. They at least reminded me of pizza.

This is the most sun we’ve seven all day. Kinda pretty though isn’t it?

GOD BLESS AND GOODNIGHT, Y’ALL!

©2021 Thomas E Williams

November 04, 2021: As I thanked God for the rain, I now thank Him for the sun. I’m thankful that God spoke and the Big Bang happened. And I’m thankful that the Creator cares for this lowly creature.

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