Now that I’m 95, I’m determined to stay active with my mind. I’d like to do this with my body, but it’s not the same. For someone who has been physically active most of their life, I am having a bit of difficulty with my oxygen. I guess that’s the way it is. We’ll see what we shall see, and it is the way it is.
In the meantime, I will do my best to stay with my creative stuff. I attempt to write every now and then. I should add that it would help if I received some of my reader’s thoughts. It might stimulate what I do write about—or maybe not?
Your thoughts and comments influence me on what usually ends up as a paper posted to the blog. In fact, I will often write in response due to requests I’ve gotten. Try that on my behalf, and I’ll do my best to get them on paper.
As for my being and getting older, I have this to say. As we age, things happen to us that take our choices away. My example is clear. Being short of breath is not a choice but a fact. So I take action in the evenings—with oxygen, I can enjoy a good night’s sleep. As luck would have it, I do well during the day, with no need for assistance.
Lenette is my blessing. She watches over me and makes sure that everything I do is meant to help me get better. It’s what she does, and it’s working. Obviously, she’s my best medicine. Sy
Have a great holiday. Enjoy family and friends. It’s the best medicine.
I am me; who else?—And glad I am that person—Have never wanted else.
Why want to be else?—I am what I am and been—-Enough just being.