Hello Fellow Travelers!
I was all set to pontificate on a gripping, tumor-themed topic (this week brain tumors and Josef Goebbels as "Minister of Propaganda". The man had a brain tumor! Doubtless. It would explain a lot! That must be the answer! What other answer could there be? Brain tumors and Nazis! You can't have one without the other! It's like peanut butter and chocolate! Two things that compliment each other! ) Then this happened: Joan Rivers died. I adored her for years! Joan had reinvented herself, yet again, and I watched her every week on "Fashion Police". Ms. Rivers was funny! Always! She was absolutely fearless and I never heard her tell the same joke twice. She loved little dogs and gay guys and her family and she never, ever stopped moving forward! There was no "off" button on the woman!
So, when I heard she was sick following some routine procedure and I assumed she'd recover. She didn't. She was 81. About the same age as my parents! I'm here to tell you people, the Reaper doesn't play around! We could get our tickets punched at any time! Any of us! Even the female pioneers! As a possible pioneering "patient of the future" (clearing the Tumor Tarmac for y'all since 2011!) I'm more committed than ever to attaining my goals and benchmarks in Physical Therapy. I'm no Joan (heck, I'm not even a Kathy Griffin!), but I'll never stop moving forward! So watch out PT Moore! Haha! I've mastered what you've assigned me and I'm ready for more. A lot more! My world is silver, blue and gold and full of possibilities again. OK, smart asses, it's definitely full of something! Happy?
Did I think I'd outlive Ms. Rivers? Undoubtedly. Did I know how much I would miss her? Decidedly not. I think I know what Ms. Rivers would say if she were in my situation, the same thing Hannibal Lecter might say, "Tick tock, tick tock". Time. I'm almost out. We have so little, we owe it to everyone we love to use every minute well!
Did you see last year's documentary about her? "Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work" Maybe that's what we have in common, and why I like her so much. I'm a "piece of work", "iron-willed" and always moving forward. We have that in common to be sure but it's not why I'll miss her! Nah, she was just friggin' funny. And it doesn't matter where you are in life if someone or something is really funny. At the end of a Tom Cruise movie I actually like ("The Last Samurai"), The "emperor" asks Mr. Cruise to describe how "The Last Samurai" died. Cruise's character responds with, "Let me tell you how he lived." I saw enough TV to know whether she was on "E!", "HBO" or "QVC" Joan was spending her time well!
PS - Someone recently asked me if I'd heard of the TV Trend of "Naked and Afraid". Not only had I heard of "N & A", in my capacity as CCC (Chief Crippled Critic, or C3) I have viewed some of the inevitable spinoffs from "N&A", like "Naked & Dating". But the most cringeworthy, extension of the "N&A" (Did I say "N&A"? Because I meant to say "Naked and Afraid" for, oh, I don't know about 5 minutes. Then the rest of the 21 days should be more accurately called, "Dirty and Disgusting or "dehydrated and really dirty and really hungry") phenom has to be "Naked Real Estate". The buyers are naked and the real estate agents are not. The sellers just have the good sense not to be any part of this fiasco or wisely determine that a naked person probably isn't "their" buyer! RE "naked"? Why? Why indeed? The best part is when the agents hook up with the naked "buyers" back in the kitchen. It is so awkward and so uncomfortable you know there won't be a Season 2. You can almost hear the crickets! Hahaha! It's great TV!
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