MR SOMEONE THINKS OF CABBAGES AND NOT CANNABIS
Animals, pets, children and spouses can sense the approaching demise of their Mr. Someone. When they do, it is a time of rationalization, stoicism, acceptance and reduced interest in the subject. Mr. Someone becomes hazy and somewhat far away from sight and thought. A lower priority dimness.
He is always there. he does what he does everyday. nothing new. He does not talk of his health and well-being. Just says, "Fine." If someone should, for any reason, ask him his thoughts on any subject, he would probably respond, 'it is complicated" or "maybe" or "how terrible and senseless" and would stop there, leaving the elaboration to others.
He does not like to listen much or converse. Looks at people and checks his meds at the dinner table.
He remembers a few acquaintances in Iznik, a grain wholesaler, an illiterate greengrocer, a very literate pharmacist, owner of a medium sized dime store, a dry goods store owner who supplied once a month a gypsy clan and a newpaper and magazine shop owner who sold lottery tickets, who had become a candidate for district mayor and lost. Some of them passed away and some just disappeared from his life. With visits to iznik becoming more difficult because of Summer heat, occupation of the house by children and grandchildren, and the schedule of the spouse, he also denied himself the physical therapy/massage by a friendly Russian lady married to a friendly Turkish odd-job man, and the emotional therapy of the three cats who never became picky with their affections towards me like humans. Occasionally, he worries about them but knows deep down that they will not be upset or too disappointed with his long absences.
He has stored his medals, cups, plaques of recognition and thanks, together with his favorite charms, which, he knows, never charmed anyone but himself when they were placed on the PC stand.
He still tries to find and concoct new recipes for his meals, using exotic and standard herbs and spices which may not alway be good for his digestion, promising that he will soon lose some weight and the obese look he detests, but not so much.
He buys online pajamas, underwear, comfortable lounge pants and shorts and V-neck and polo t-shirts, mostly orange, shades of green and blue, as well as supplements, shaving and hair cutting gear (for his new grown miraculous hair that almost covers all of the bald skull since December 2024)
Plays games against the computer and writes with a similar speed and ambition.
His eyes get glassy, his mind becomes confused, and his head turns now and then, while his joints and legs try to tell him things he does not wish to hear but knows he must accept.
His family has been preparing for the soon to come day when he disappears, by nicely (they believe) ignoring him and assuming his feelings and thoughts in a pleasant way. He doubts that not even his collections, books, poems, trophies, toys, charms and board games will miss him for long.
Ahmet cafer celebiler
July 26, 2025
Very touching.. seems that after a certain age most people feel the same. It is hard for younger generation to understand and stop and think between their busy schedules and foggy thoughts.
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