There are lots of reasons why I SHOULD be afraid of going out today, including:
- It snowed last night.
- It’s 9 degrees, in these here parts 1.
- The expected high is only 18 degrees.
- I don’t know what the friggin’ wind child factor is — how the outside world is SUPPOSED TO FEEL, according to some cockamamie calculation by some weather wonk — but, I can tell you this: that’s not good, either.
- With all of the above (plus my personal health “conditions”) 2, today has more obvious dangers, than yesterday did.
And in posts past, I have certainly written about my fear of the elements (see here, here, here, here, here, or basically any post I’ve written during the winter months, for obvious or subtle clues about same).
So why aren’t I scared, this morning?
Well, I’ve had some practice — at this point in the winter of 2013/2014 — of dealing with all of the above. And I’ve lived — no worse for the wear. So that definitely helps.
What else helps?
In a previous post, I referred to books I’ve re-read many time, including The Courtship of Eddie’s Father, by Mark Toby.
Several years ago, I ordered this book, from Amazon, so I could own it again. While I did not take the photo above, I thought I could have when I wrote that previous blog post, because that book I ordered (plus the one I owned in the 1960’s) looked just like that picture. However, when I was writing that previous blog post, it was easier to find a photo online, rather than look for the book.
Why? Because of something else that usually scares me: Looking for something I own, for fear I will not find it.
I’m upstairs, while I’m writing this portion of the blog post. I believe that book is downstairs, somewhere. Today, I’m not afraid of looking for that, either, and I will, in just a moment.
But, wait! I haven’t revealed WHY I want to look for that book.
Here’s why: This is my memory of the last line of that book, which has been echoing in my head, since I started writing this post:
Fall in love. Love will make you brave.
Aha! There’s another reason I might be afraid to look for that book: fear that my memory might not be good enough.
Hold on. I’m venturing downstairs.
While I found other treasured books from my past:
…. no sign of The Courtship of Eddie’s Father.
What do I deduce, dear readers, from that? Well, the book could have been destroyed, when the basement flooded at our previous residence. Or, it could be somewhere else, lurking, where we live now.
But, you know what? I’m not scared about any of that. And I’m not disappointed, either, even though I can’t use my original plan for the ending of this post: A photo of the last line(s) of that book, which I figured would be close enough.
Instead, here’s another ending, which I love.
Thanks to all those reading, today, who love, are loved, or are brave for any reason. And that would include you (even if you don’t know it).
That’s just my way of saying “Fahrenheit”, these days.
Not to worry. I have a pacemaker and recently received a new diagnosis of atrial fibrillation, but I’m fine. Really. I’m not just saying that! I just need to be more careful about injuries — like slipping on ice or getting into a car accident — because I’m taking anti-coagulant medication.