Bits and pieces

Bits and pieces are all I've got.  It's been months since I posted, there haven't been any major events, just the little bits and pieces that make up daily life.   Yet all those little events take on a life of their own as I age. Everything seems to take forever.

I've been working on thankfulness.  It seems to be all the rage these days, so I jumped on board and try to stay focused on the positives, what I can do as opposed to what I cannot.

So thankful I can still drive although my eyesight is failing and goodness knows what I'd sign up for if there were any fine print.   Yesterday I had to ask my friends to read out the menu for me as we lunched in style to celebrate a milestone birthday and I tried to remember how I'd felt when I turned 60.  Doesn't matter, I can assure you my taste-buds are in top working order.  I chose well and am thankful that I have people in my life with whom I can laugh out loud.

Forget the fact that I have no urge to quest too far afield in my car.  I would probably want to stop for a nap if I drove too far.  For now, I'm thankful that when I feel the need to be by the sea, feel a fresh breeze on my face, breath in the salty air, I can drive there and back in a few of hours and have a good nap when I get back home.

 I sometimes wonder if I should focus on every activity as it might be the last time I do it.  Not in the death is nigh sort of way but pay attention so I can remember it as the last.  It's as if I'm gathering memories to keep me company a bit later on in my life journey. 

Each week I suffer just a tad more during line dancing so I distract myself by trying to extract every last ounce of pleasure from it that I can.  And each week I force myself to keep going, next week it just may be a little too much.  

Was my latest long road trip to be the last I will make?  Maybe I should do one more and pay attention to every detail.   And after that graciously strike them off the list of Things I Love to Do.

I think if we were more aware of this each time something precious happens, it would be far more meaningful.

Old age doesn't bother me.   Not many of the limitations get at me.  Just a few that I think are unfair.  Especially thinning hair.  Really!  I can't see the point.  I've always had good hair, strong and straight, healthy and shining.  Now it requires a lot of attention to stay looking half decent.  I should have more sympathy for men who lose all their hair as has happened or is happening to my sons but that, to me, has always been Mother Nature's way of evening things out after women have to suffer through menopause.

If I can't think of anything more interesting to talk about this may very well be my last post.  Darn, I should have given it more thought and made it a bit more memorable for myself.