Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present.
I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my friend who is really sick, but he got some really good news this week. That’s cool.
Hey, guess what! As of tomorrow I’ll have made it to 65 times around the sun. In other words, tomorrow is my 65th birthday. Hip hip hooray. I’m officially a senior citizen. I can get discounts on the train, getting food, free transportation and 25 cent lunches. We can get 25 cent lunches at the senior center which is fine as long as you like steamed carrots and steamed asparagus.
I never really took stock of my life, momentous dates, you know, like when you turn 20, 30, 40, 50 or 60, but now I seem to think about it more. Maybe it’s because I’m in a wheelchair and I have a little time on my hands to think. I’m just gonna give you a quick run down on life so far:
Basically, I was born in Minnesota. Moved to Yale where Dad went to school, in Connecticut. Then we lived on Grand Street in Soho. Then in Brooklyn Heights, 68 Montague Street. and then in a big old run down house across the river from West Point Military Academy. Then I went to RIT where I got a diploma in bachelor of fine arts and an associates in science. Oh yeah and I ran across the country and got in the Guinness Book of World Records. Then, I moved to New York City and worked for a famous fashion photographer. Then I got married and moved to Australia where I lived for 12 years. Then I moved back to New York. My marriage was over so I moved to Paris. I lived in Paris for 3 years, then moved back to New York City where I worked a lot. I then got remarried, built a house on the shore of Montauk, had a great kid, then had this stupid brain bleed, then I got sued for divorce. Now I’m here with my smelly dog in a little stone house by the road. Anyway, that’s life so far. Now I’ve got to figure out how to live life with a traumatic brain injury.
Actually, I’ve learned a lot about how to live with my condition. I learned you should definitely not change the way you live. For example, I have a kid and I just worked at trying to get better and thought I could pick up where I left off. But I think you should stay with your kid, and that in itself would be therapy. But you should definitely keep working at having a normal life. Don’t use your brain injury as an excuse not to do things. It’s definitely tough doing things. You’ll definitely need help, but don’t not do things. In other words, to keep it simple, don’t sit on your ass and watch TV waiting for things to get better, because they won’t get any better unless you work at it. Anyway, that’s my philosophical thought for the day.
Love and miss you guys.
Oh yeah, check out the photo of the shoe I did when I was twelve. Pretty good huh? Anyway, love B. Nice