I turned 80 on January 7, and I’m feeling rather smug about it. Eva and I invited a great number of guests to just ‘be silly’ on my birthday, not wanting a big hoo-hah, but rather a co-mingling of a few sets of friends who don’t often, or ever before this, socialize with each other. Despite the dreaded ‘flu’ and inclement weather preventing some guests from attending, we had a goodly group in two tranches (Eva is the consummate planner, as well as chef) so they wouldn’t overwhelm our modest apartment. I deem it a successful gathering. Thanks, Eva.
The theme of the party was “It’s important to be silly,” which I fervently ascribe to. Fellow writer Karin and her husband Erik presented me with this writing instrument, fully in keeping with the theme.
Additionally, Terry anointed me with a flower to augment my own decoration.
Some of the guests asked what my plans were for the next 80 years, and I gave it some thought. So today, the day after the event, I laid out year 2017 for myself, and I hereby and herewith share it with you.
In no particular order:
– Choose a Podcasting persona to provide the basis or platform for my intended presence in the podcasting universe, whatever and wherever that is. My writing group has urged me to create and perform podcasts, based on a few presentations I have made to them. Once the persona is established, the material and format will flow, probably using some of my already written material—blog articles mostly, possibly poetry. I used the persona “Pavel Hammer” for my classical music radio show on KBBI in Homer, Alaska, 1993-1995. This allowed me great freedom to indulge in fantasy and whimsy, which I enjoy. I’m reading a relevant text on the technology and mechanics of podcasting.
– Complete the memoir/biography, “Report to Grandma.” My mother’s mother died when Mom was four years old. Mom was the youngest of four; the oldest, Uncle Harry, was the only male. The three sisters were put in an orphanage and had a terrible beginning, but they lived long and had interesting lives. My format for this piece is to tell my grandma what happened to her husband and children after she died.
– Complete the first draft, including outline and synopsis, of the novel I have been working on for maybe five years, with pre-Year 2000 San Francisco as the main locus of action.
– Monitor the trajectory of the number of visits made to my many blogs, adding to the oeuvre as inspiration occurs (no schedule or plan), always with a goal of improving traffic. At the end of 2016 I eliminated the music blog, but have put most of the articles in the ‘Expatriate’ blog. I have also extracted most of the articles from my creative writing blog (“A Few Words”), saving only the essay-type entries and “thoughts”, re-naming the blog “I Thought So.” Many of the ‘extractions’ have been re-assigned to other blogs, and the remainder put to sleep. I don’t know if this will improve traffic, but probably it won’t hurt it since volume was so low in these two blogs.
– My letters from Fred remain to be fully transcribed (27 years of ‘em). I will work on these between bouts of creativity. I have already completed (save three letters) the first three years (1989-1991, and many of the more recent years) and have combined and compiled these three years with mine to him. I have kept the original words intact, but have created a new document where I have inserted many footnotes to persons and events that he and I referred to in our correspondence—all the while eliminating uninteresting (to others) asides that were peculiar to us. I perceive that this expurgated and footnoted document might have some historical value.
– Attend symphonic concerts, as in previous years, with Vasil and his daughter Jeanette. We’ve got several scheduled or intended for the fist half of 2017.
– Continue with my membership in the Stockholm Writers Group, meeting and critiquing every other Wednesday evening, beginning the new semester January 11. I will submit at least two writings during the Spring semester, the first being the continuation of “Report to Grandma.”
– Continue with my membership in Terry Leblanc’s book circle, once per month.
– Repair my lower extremities. Let me explain. The main joint on the great toe of my left foot is fused. This makes me off-balance in walking, etc., and puts undue stress on the smaller toes which are affected in various ways. I had a similar problem in the right great toe, for which I had a successful operation 25 years ago. I have been promised an operation for my left great toe, date unknown right now. Meanwhile, I finally have a diagnosis for the problem in my right knee which presented itself in August, 2015, after I stupidly went up and down a steep ridge in Alaska with no walking sticks. The patella (knee cap) is affected and the resultant distress can be effectively cured, or largely ameliorated, by strengthening the muscle system supporting the knee. A full recovery may not be reasonable to expect, in that I seem to be getting arthritic, or losing the cushioning, in the knees. A visit to the physical therapist has been scheduled. I remind anyone who reads this that many old people talk about their health and body problems as a matter of course.
– Continue to schedule at least two sessions per week at the Friskis & Svettis exercise club. Every Tuesday and Friday (with variations) I meet fellow writer and friend Rebecca early in the morning at the club, after which we have breakfast at “Marie’s” (Café Bullen at Thorildsplan).
– There are around a half-dozen of my friends with whom I have fika (afternoon coffee break), sometimes lunch, quasi- or non-regularly. These will continue.
– Continue to take photographs when the moment seems apt.
– Continue to write poetic phrases when the moment seems apt.
– Maintain my tools: I have two PCs, one desk-top and one for travel. These need constant attention to keep them current and useful. Backup the data regularly onto an external hard drive and also a personal cloud (server in the home-office).
– The usual tasks of maintaining, jointly with a partner, a household.
This is rather an egoistic article, but as I said at the top, I’m feeling rather smug for the moment.
And, perhaps it may interest others to see what an 80-year-old does with his day.
Happy New Year!