Notes From After the Last Word

I really godda get another (no, new) laptop. I’m writing this article all over again because this laptop that I’m using swallowed my first submission as the last thing that happened before I sashayed off to dinner.

As I balanced myself out of my apartment on my two canes, I had no concern that I would not be able to retrieve the document. After all, it’s in the computer somewhere. Where could it go? I had a nice light supper with a sorbet to round out the meal. I didn’t think of the computer even once. As my hostess drove me the small number of uphill blocks to my residence, we talked together with subtle animation.

When we arrived at my building I actually stopped and picked up the mail. Nothing tonight, if you please. As I walked from the elevator to my apartment, noting that the time was a relaxed 19:40 hours. I remembered that article and that I would go looking for it amongst the various files. I had accidentally hit the delete button without ever once saving my masterpiece. My phone has more reliable backup than that. Needless to say, I was never able to retrieve an iota of data. So here I am with the digital clocks in my room all announcing now that it’s 22:00 hours.

There is no justice served if I never recover some of the information that was in the first article. So here goes: Lo these few hours later my mind is a jumble. “Shake it off, Patterson, you can do better than that.”

Some of it was about losing the summer in order to complete the projects that are important to oneself. Other parts suggested that one could find summer all year round in this land. Florida is there eternally. If you’re not so fond of summer, there’s always Alaska. I was there once for a few days, and think I could live there for the duration of being snowbound.

But I was trying to make a cohesive point that related to the writing, binding, and book covering of the Plain Bible. Oh yes, I haven’t mentioned that I’ve actually completed the covers on all eight volumes. They look great together. The only thing I’m waiting for now is for Laura to begin feeding me the photographs that will be part of the book covers and the end papers. “All in good time,” the grandparents say. I’m trying to determine if that’s the flip side of “haste makes waste.” Certainly that would be the lesson of this evening.

Another thing had to do with the amount of projects with which I was faced before I could begin to enjoy the summer. Perhaps most importantly is the Red Cross blood drive that will be hosted by St. Peter’s on July 11. If you can give blood or are able to volunteer, please call me, immediately, at 518-275-8593. There will be a list in the narthex each Sunday before and after service. (That was just a little advertisement that I slipped in there. See page 6 of this newsletter for more information on the blood drive.)

If there’s one thing that I’ve played close to the vest, it’s my desire to conquer grad school. However, there seems to be an important quilt to finish first because it’s in the queue of things to be done. So when that’s done, the hunt for scholarships is on.

There was something in the closing remarks that I wish I could recall, but I can’t. I’m also getting this in on the way late side. Perhaps I should just be satisfied with what can be accomplished in the short time we have on this planet. After all, the measure of a life in relation to the yard stick of infinity is just as small if we complete only thirty years as compared to one hundred thirty years. The now is all there is. The realization of that one thing brings on the tears of awe. Huh! The Milky Way, and its age.

As published in the July/August 2014 issue of "St. Peter's Press," the monthly newsletter of St. Peter's Presbyterian Church in Spencertown, New York.