... and things to be grateful for!
I say I am 74, but my mind doesn't really get it. Every evening, before bedtime, I fix the coffee pot for morning. It's a good start to every day if I don't linger too long in the bed and can make it to the kitchen to hit the button on the coffee pot before I have to make a left turn to that other place politely known as the "powder room".
However, I do have to admit that this is not a bad place to be. To be sure it takes me longer to get gorgeous and get going, but on the other hand, I have the time to do so.
The leisure of lingering over morning coffee, doing housework when I feel like it, (or when I can't stand the dust mites) whichever comes first and having time to have a long telephone conversation with a dear friend, are all pluses.
So I have added it all up and realize the following:
1. Don't have to earn a living, have already done that.
2. No snow shoveling, just don't go.
3. My daughter is grown and is a successful registered nurse, and a wonderful woman.
All in all, there is a lot to be thankful for and I am. I will just try to ignore the creaks and groans that my limbs exude from time to time.
Now, in closing, I must admit that the one thing I find most annoying about this stage of life is that no one has found a way to stop our holes from leaking.
September 6, 2002