Saturday, April 01, 2006

The Roller Coaster Turns Into a Bicycle

After those last two posts, let's lighten things up a bit, don't you agree?

Julia and I went bicycle shopping today--for me. After a cursory review of the high end bikes, we selected a low end, wide seater with upright handlebars for yours truly. NOw, buying a bicycle might not be a bit deal, unless the buyer was in a walker 7 months ago and could hardly walk up a set of stairs 4 months ago. Under those circumstances this is a BIG DEAL. I remember thinking in January that I hoped I could recover enough from the transplant to ride a bike this Spring. Well, guess what--we have arrived!

The family was so cute. First, Julia maintained a watchful eye as I took my test drive. She tried to help me off the bike, but I refused any assistance, as I knew I had to do this on my own, or I wasn't deserving of the vehicle. No spills, so I didn't have to buy the training wheels. Wouldn't that be a sight! Susan and Catherine were concerned when I said I was going to ride my new bike home from the store--a mere 2 or 3 miles. I was required to take my cell phone "just in case", and when I turned the corner at home there was Susan with her camera in hand to preserve the moment. Small steps but important nonetheless.

I got over my funk within the required 2 days and am now ready for whatever the doctor prescribes. And in the meantime, if you need to get ahold of me, call me on the cell, as I will most likely be out for a ride.
Love, Dan


Dan's Mother said...

I am utterly amazed that you are bike riding. Hooray for you. But you need not have spent the money for a new bike. We still have Tom's bike hanging in the old garage,balloon tires and all. I am sure he would have let you use it. Dan, you are going to lick THAT DISEASE. I know it. I say prayers all day,every day for you . I love you, Mom Dan's Mother

Arlene said...

Ok Danno,

Now - the shiny new bike explains the "Pope Dream"!

All you need now is a shiny little pair of red shoes of your very own, a basket and a little dog named Toto and OFF You GO Dorothy! And remember, the best part of this is if you just close your eyes, tap your little red shoes together and chant (you do chant - right?!) "There's no place like home" (You can remember that line right? It's a classic.)you won't get lost at all. You will always appear back safe and sound on Garfield. Even a twister won't get you. - - - The shoes, it's all about the shoes.

Have fun :)

Lynne said...

Hi Dan,

Mike and I have both been feeling blah all day. The weather most likely. We need some sunshine! Anyway, I just sat down to check for updates and there you were with your wonderful news! I've now got a big fat smile on my face! Thanks for the sunshine!


Ingrid said...

Wonderful news, also I am sitting here with a big smile on my face.
I'm so happy for you.

But here comes my big request:
Please put the picture that Susan took of you on the blog !!!

Please, please, please. I'm sure everybody like me wants to see it.

Love you,

Kathy & Don Phillips said...

Hi cousin Dan,

We were so happy to hear about the bike adventure. Would love to see the pic. So sorry we missed seeing Julia. Next time. Please know that any and all Pattersons' are always invited to sunny Ca. We have lots of room.
Love to Susan and the girls,
Kathy and Don

Patty Nelms said...

Tell me "Crash", will I likely run into you on the bike path or are you staying on the big WIDE streets near home? I'd pay good money to see you in shiny red shoes, pedaling down the streets of Cherry Creek! That's wonderful Dan! It must be a liberating feeling. One more accomplishment to check off. Keep climbing the rungs of the ladder . . . one step at a time. We're all behind you.
Love you,

Mrs. Joshwick said...

Hey Dan, would you like some baseball cards to put on the spokes of your new bike?

sigunjoe said...

Dear Dan,

The first thing I did coming home from Greece last night is check your blogsite -- and I was rewarded by two long blogs from you. I must say that I laughed when reading about your bike; do be careful; do you wear a helmet?? It is always a relief to hear what a good doctor you have, to know that he does everything he can for you, and more.

Our stay in Greece was just wonderful, as usual. Billy (my mother's companion for 50 years) is such an extraordinary person. We really went down memory's lane this time. My mother presented me to Billy the first time I went to Greece when I was 17; that means that I have known Billy for 48 years! And that I have been to Greece at least 40 times. It is a whole life!

So we celebrated Billy's 81st birthday on Monday at Tourkolimano in Pireus with a feast of fish. The previous day we were invited by his brother Doris(his actual name is Theodorus) and his wife Chryssa (a good friend of mine) to their big farm outside of Athens. Not only is Doris an outstanding architect, but he raises two cows, pigs, rabbits, etc. (of course, he has an Indian and an Albanian who do the heavy work...; after all, he, himself, still builds houses!), makes his own wine and liqueurs,and now he is making cheeses for the first time. The cheeses he served us at the end of the meal were all superb -- the best I have ever had in Greece. Chryssa made delicious spanakopita (the spinache/feta turnovers) and a fava-bean stew to begin with, then they served a roasted suckling pig (the Albanian had to kill it -- the Indian, a Sikk, refused; he told Doris: "I can kill a man, but I cannot kill an animal') with potatoes, a salad, and she made a tarte tatin for dessert. Everything on the table came from their farm, except for the potatoes which were not in season yet. Their house is exquisite, you would absolutely love it. I took some pictures, so you will see it when we visit in May.

Now we are back in Paris, and luckily so, because of the strikes; our first flight was cancelled, but we did make it on a later flight of Air France. By the time we landed in Paris last night, most of the strikes were over, and we made it home safely.

Soon more. Love you. Bises, Sigun.

sigunjoe said...

Dear Dan,
There are so many provocative entry points in your recent blogs that we responders are tempted to get carried away in our fantasies. From bed to bike, from Buddha to Benedict, it’s all so visual, like outtakes from a Robert Altman movie. Most vivid was the scene where Susan is waiting with her camera as you round the corner under the supervisory gaze of Julia, with Catherine completing a list of new safety guidelines.
And so it goes, onward and unquestionably upward. Your papal blessing dream reminds me of an anecdote from NBC TV’s coverage of John Paul II’s installation ceremony. The Rome correspondent of NBC at the time was the redoubtable Irving R. Levine, of the tiny bow tie and steady glare. There was a commercial break at one point and we were taken back to the NBC studio in Washington, where David Brinkley waited with the unforgettable comment: “Irving will be back in a moment with a papal blessing.”
My banal guess is that you were watching CNN this past week when there was a lot of retrospective coverage of the death one year ago of John Paul II and installation of Benedict. What has struck me from that time is the remarkably comforting quality that Benedict’s voice has, particularly in contrast to John Paul’s gravelly delivery.
I also have to put in a word about your discussion about whether you are a practicing Catholic. This term is so fraught that I think you need to make everyone who uses it come up with a definition before proceeding with any discussion. I know an Irish priest here in Paris who uses Buddhist methods to deepen his contemplation. Is he a practicing Catholic when he does this? I have no doubt. I know an Episcopalian theologian here who is devoted to the spiritual office that Jesuits read every day. Is he a Catholic while doing so? The attempt at distinctions become pointless when you realize that these people are open-spirited seekers who have moved beyond the narrowness of church disciplines while adhering to their church’s basic creed. Catholic practice is, in fact, a constantly changing thing. Anyone who feels tethered to the current literal version is a kind of fundamentalist; this robs worship of its gloriously infinite possibilities. I think that every great religion has its mystics, all of whom move far beyond practice standards as they seek ecstasy.
I leave you with a papal mikvah, which will be divulged to you by the next Jewish friend who brings you not chicken soup, but minestrone.
Love to all,

Howie said...

Sounds to me like the Big

Brother Ted said...

A bicycle build-for-two might have been a better choice. You two are such a team and since Susan does all the "heavy" work, it sure would make your rides easier. I hope this beautiful day found you out and around.