My hand upon his arm to steady him, we walked up his long driveway toward the house he had lived in for much of his life.
“You don’t need to walk with me. I’ll be fine you know.”
“I know” I replied. “But this way we get a chance to chat before I have to continue on my way”.
He smiled as he replied “I’m 93 years old now but I can still get around”. As he said this, he straightened his back a little and we began chatting about how he loved to dance when he was younger. I thanked him for humouring my two left feet when we had shared a dance earlier in the day and he laughed saying “You held me up. We helped each other”.
Nearing the spot where his wife of 50+ years was waiting, I said goodbye and wished him a lovely afternoon telling him that I looked forward to seeing him again soon so we could share another dance.
But he didn’t come again. Continue reading
What do they call middle age now? I think I’ll look it up….
noun: middle age
the period after early adulthood and before old age, about 45 to 65.
Well that’s a relief, I thought I was past it! Looks like I’ve still got some time to go. Whew!
According to quite a few of my friends and family, I’m now officially old and ailing quickly.
Thank goodness for Google to pick me up and put me back on my feet. Continue reading
“What is real?” asked the Velveteen Rabbit.
It’s funny the things that stay in your mind from books read in the past. I’ve posted this quote and my thoughts on it before however this morning as I was ironing (I’m thinking I should iron more often), this line popped into my head once again and I asked myself, “What IS real”? Continue reading
Allow me to share a conversation I had today with a gorgeous ‘young’ lady aged in her early 90’s.
Me: “Hello Audrey* how are you today”?
Audrey: “I’m good thank you.”
Me: “That’s great to hear.”
Audrey: “Well, what is the point in feeling anything BUT good?”
I think she has a very valid point.
*name changed for privacy reasons
Miss Joey from joeyfullystated answered a challenge/interview the other day about her reading. She chose not to nominate anyone to carry it on, however left it open to those of us who
haven’t done a blog post in like, forever wish to answer the same questions to do so.
I figured it was a perfect way to get myself somewhat back into this blogging gig. (I truly can’t believe it’s been over a month since my last post). So here goes….. Continue reading
The other evening, I was asked the question “What makes you angry”?
That’s a pretty good question really, and one that I answered without hesitation.
What does make me angry?
Inequality is one.
Then there are the keyboard warriors that inhabit every form of social media that spew hatred, intolerance and righteous indignation.
Then there are those that value money above all other things. Because of the mighty dollar, we retrench hundreds of workers within our country to send jobs off-shore, historic buildings are demolished to make way for shopping centres (malls) and CEOs of companies are paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for doing what exactly? And don’t get me started on the pensions and kickbacks that politicians get. Continue reading
I’ve mentioned before that we sometimes go to watch our grandchildren play sport. The other weekend, we watched the girls play netball and our grandson played soccer (or football to those of you in the UK).
Often, their games clash and we can only watch one or the other, however this times the planets all aligned and we watched the girls play each other and then a short time later, was the boy’s soccer match. Continue reading
As I was doing the ironing the other day, my mind began to wander. (It often does that when I’m busy doing other things). This time, rather than hoping that I would remember the train of thought later, I grabbed my dictaphone and recorded my thoughts so that I could write about them when I got the time.
So where were my thoughts off to this time?
For once, they weren’t concerned with work or study, they were actually pondering life. Continue reading