Another year has passed and we’re a little older. Last summer felt hotter and winter seemed colder. When I look for for happy thoughts to write in my journal, many things come to mind that leaves me also very sad.
There was a time just not that long ago when life was a continuous blast. And I know that it isn’t healthy to live in the past. Yet, we used to go to friends’ homes, baseball games and lunches. But now we go to therapy, to hospitals, and to after-funeral brunches.
We used to have hangovers from parties that were gay yet now we suffer body aches daily and sleep the night away. We used to go out dining and couldn’t get our fill. Now we ask for doggy bags then rush home for a hot bath and a pill.
We used to travel often to places both near and far. Now we get backaches from just sitting too long on rides in the car. We used to go out shopping for new clothing at the Mall, but, now we never bother. It seems that the sizes are much too small.
That, my friends, is how life is for everyone once age sets in although it is not a complaint. We’re more fortunate than most. We have each other to care for and are pleased to be each other’s host.
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