Pre By-pass

Just talked to the surgeon and he said he prefers only the immediate family the first
couple days.

Also, I would be not in the mood to talk or visit.

So, please......stay home and enjoy life and your family.

I'll be here several days for the by pass and then the new
pacemaker/ defiberator would be put in and that would be another
few days.

So, I love emails and the kids will bring the computer and read them to me.

I appreciate all the love I feel from the Elliott family and friends.

And all of you will be in my heart and mind encourageing my body to recover.

Don't forget

Uncle Jimmy loves you all....

Mirrors

Mirrors

They do so much for us and we don't realize it.

They let us know when we look good or our hair (not mine) is messed.

The list goes on and on.

Last night I walked up the stairs to take a shower.
I opened the door and sort of leaned in.

Looking to the left and turning on the light I noticed in the mirror,
sticking out from under a hoodie
a weak tired old man peeking at me surprisingly.

Once I realized he noticed me,,,I gave him my smile. He responded: first with
a small smile which I saw and then the eyes lit up.

My mirror friend gave me, the walk up was tiring....but its no big deal.

We made that walk and we'll continue. Why? thats what we do.

So, he suddenly stood up straight--lifted his shoulders and showed some smiling teeth.

I let him go and then after the shower looked for him.

Suddenly, standing in the mirror,
there was that tall handsome face, smiling with color in his face .

He looked so much healthier.

I thought about all the other mirrors with faces.

Are those faces smiling.

Recently, I suggested to a friend to look into the mirror and spend some time
viewing their face with a smile just for themselves. For no one else.

I thought it was something nice to say.

Now, I know how important that smile is....so

Keep Smilin

especially into those mirrors....

What happened to my little world?

Part of my rehab is to walk. Walk. Walk.

I had been walking in my house from the living room to the kitchen thru the other
side of the house to the front door.

But after a few weeks that gets boring.

So last week I thought about when I was sick 19 yrs ago and walked at our local mall, the Golf Mill Mall.

Wow, thats a good idea...I'll do it again.

In 1991 my experience at the mall was interesting. There were all
these folks walking around that looked like my neighbors and school
classmates.

You know Polish, Italian, German, Irish, Swedes and other Scandinavian countries.
They all had their groups walking and sitting in the food court.

There were hispanics and Asians...Philippino's. Everyone smiling and giving a hello sign or wave.

Well, Monday I walked for the first time and noticed an old geezer that walked there
20 years ago. He looked older.

I walked 18 minutes and was more concerned with walking than noticing that the
mall was empty..

Then Weds when I walked 23 minutes....except there were a couple tables
occupied by some south pacific type folks....Not Philipino's or asians but somewhere maybe manchurians. Big boned faces.

Then today Sat went there around 4pm. Wow, it was crowded. But I didn't see
anyone I knew. I didn't recognize any of the groups of folks sitting in the food court.

Most were older....short stocky dark complected...with those beads that they twirled
around and around in each others faces. The language's was nothing i knew.

As I walked further I passed several stores that tall slender shaved heads Russian types were working. Each one had that look of a KGB agent.

Or even worse the Russian mafia.

There would be 5 of these guys in a toy store staring at anyone that approached.
None of the stores had any customers on Sat afternoon.

I finished my walk and sat in the food court. Everyone was wearing black leather/plastic jackets. All black clothes with white socks.

I had the lightest color clothes. And the only one that spoke English.

It was like in a movie. I stood in the middle and slowly turned a 360 looking at all the people.

All I could think of was: where did all those folks from 20 years go. When and where did these new folks arrive.

But most important...

What happened to my little world?

More Old Time Photos

Slide Photos From the 1970's

Merry Christmas to All...

Hi All my email friends and family members.

Christmas is almost here. I want to wish you all a Merry Christmas.

Thats a given.

But I really want to express to you all, to have the spirit of Christmas.

And if you celebrate with family or friends to appreciate every minute.

I know I love my family gatherings and always take photos.

This year, I am especially looking forward to our Family Photo.

You know I'll send a photo of our happy smiling faces. So I ask
you all to take a photo or two and send them out. To me too.

So, Merry Christmas to All
Thanks
c'ya
jim

Its Christmas, Stupid

Bah Humbug,

I watch tired and crabby folks trying to celebrate Christmas.

They work extra hours at work,
they decorate until they collapse,
they credit card gifts until they hit the limit,

they wrap until late at night,
they cook too long and too much food,

to make Christmas special for the people they love,
and then are crabby on the special day.

WHY?

Is it special if everyone is angry and upset and hate each other.

All the work, is it for the happiness of others
or some guilt forced on us by THEM....

You know those nameless hiding THEM who know oh so much about giving...who are they?

I wish I knew, but I guess there are those that do indeed enjoy the Christmas
But at what price?

Maybe a little less of this or that and more ....what is it I'm looking for....
Love and Peace to all....and to all a good nite