2384. That’s the number of posts I have done as of today. I have no idea what I have told you or what I have said. I have just gotten up every day and written something.
I used to do it seven days a week...and soon realized that was going to kill me. Burn out. Lately, Fridays are hard...because Ann picks me up between seven-thirty and eight and I barely get the dog out, in, and fed, and take my morning meds, etc. etc. You know the routine.
Then I get my hair done at eleven, go to lunch, come home and collapse and think about posting. Around 2 in the afternoon.
Today Ann and I went to an Estate sale that my grandson Steven was running. He is Becky’s son. I was amazed at all the things that were sold and out the door that I had missed seeing. I sat in a chair and watched. Ann climbed the stairs...I can’t do that any more.
I never find anything I want. It is interesting how little tempts me. In my thirties, I would have run out of money before I ran out of things I wanted to buy. Now I just want to get rid of all the things that need to be dusted. I guess on post 2384, I am taking you with me on a journey of old age. All the things that used to be important aren’t important anymore.
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