OBSERVATION – If you want to get ideas for your post, lie awake for an hour after opening your eyes first thing in the morning. Or better not, if you’re prone to drowning in them. –Not great ideas. mind you, and not really manic. So they won’t flood into the next morning, rather than bore readers with too many posts, I have started bundling them together under one heading—“I can’t help it…” Today I’ll pick the following:
MATURING – Oh, I could write an entire book on the topic. But don’t worry, I won.t. Meditations about aging: I’m gratified for re-discovering my ankles. If that doesn’t ring a bell then you’re not old enough.
AGING CAN BE FUN…if you’re don’t mind dying. If you live long enough dying is seen as restful and pain free, if you have been good and aren’t afraid of hell.
LET’S HEAR IT for dark humor! Nothing wrong with laughing, and it lets your endorphins flow…Maybe I told you that I woke up the other day to find three people in my bedroom, checking to see if I was dead. (I don’t sleep with my hearing aids on)
THIS ISN’T FUNNY AT ALL and maybe I told you already: When time changed recently (it was recent, wasn;t it?} I wasn’t informed, and missed my scheduled local old folks ride. The next time, I missed my ride home from Walmart because the machine kept rejecting my charge card too often for me to catch the ride home. I walked around Walmart asking strangers “Are you a driver?” thinking maybe my driver was looking for me. I TAKE THAT BACK–I guess it IS funny if looked at the right way, else I wouldn’t have included it. I do have the fortuitous habit of laughing at myself when I drop things (often I’m laughing all day because of it). Anyway, apparently the two-dollar ride folks have had enough of my standing them up. It’s more difficult to get them to pick me up for my every other Tuesday poetry group meeting at the Library now. But I’m laughing at the spectacle and telling you about it, aren’t I? They were glad to give me the phone number for the local bus, but I learned that the bus folks have canceled morning pickups due to driver shortage. Now where’s the humor in that? (Maybe acknowledging that I shouldn’t have run into the back of that other car several years ago and given up my own car to the towing man.) Smile. (I still don’t believe their turn signals were working.)
MY GRANDMOTHER used to say, “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.” Ain’t that the truth! (Smile).