Monday, November 8, 2010


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My best friend has just challenged me, (and inspired me), to write something on my blog even though I don't feel that I have anything to write about.

Above is an old picture of me with my brothers. Quite a bit more of me than now protrudes from my belly. I found the picture, reading over the 2008 entries of this blog, an entertainment of the last few days, as I sit at home waiting for my lungs to settle comfortably back into my rib cage. I saw the surgeon on Tuesday and he told me that I was repairing well and that I might stay at home until the end of the month. Just as well, as I don't feel up to returning to work yet.

This same best friend does not work on Mondays and we spent a congenial four hours on the phone and Skype, chatting like the two old men we have both become. He is a good friend and has been since I first came to live in Canada in 1973.

My younger brother, the handsome one on the right, just called me from England. His amateur dramatic society is putting on the same play I was in late last year, Hay Fever. It would be such fun if he played the same part I played. At the time I kept quite careful notes on a private blog and now I have the opportunity to invite him alone to read it. Even more fun would be to be in a play with him one day. We both like small parts and, in an amateur way, I dare say that we can both be quite funny.

The brother in the middle is my genius older brother, never an actor, but a recently retired professor. Teaching, I suppose, has elements of acting to it. So there you have it: three very different brothers with very different careers. Very soon we will all just be old men sitting in rocking chairs remembering...

5 comments:

Hels said...

There is something slow, magic and golden about siblings (or contemporaries) sitting over dinner and sharing memories. Especially for those of us whose parents were World War Two soldiers or Holocaust survivors. There is a wonderment about how the years have flown so quickly since 1945-9, but also a gratitude that our parents survived and had us.

Have you read Howard Jacobson's very clever novel that won the Booker Prize for 2010? The Finkler Question concerns people our age, reflecting on life and experiences.

marc aurel said...

That sounds interesting. I will put in a request for it from our library. I love your blog.

AphotoAday said...

Cherish your brothers and do not covet their hair...

marc aurel said...

:)

She Writes said...

I wish I had my brother. Ahh, to be old together.