Today, Geoff would have been 69. 69. I can't even begin to imagine him being 69. Crazy. Mind you, he was always very much younger than his age, you know. He was fit and well and full of energy, and doing stuff. I suspect he would still have been working, down on the allotment, fixing things. 69? And how did I come to be staring down the barrel of my 60s too? Well, not quite yet, but not far off. I will be 58 this year. WHAT?? HOW did that happen???
When I consider that the PM is in his early 40s, and every policeman looks about 12, and the pundits on TV all seem to be in their 20s, and doctors are my friends' children - THEN I realise that my generation is
|Blue skies and washing out drying in the sun|
|Sunlight in the kitchen - and that purple book? The gratitude journal.....|
- Amy has written a wonderful post entitled "Confessions from a Recovering Pride Addict". I urge you all to pop over and read it.
- Anne has written about her "Lightbulb" moment - and there is a great deal of truth in what she says.
- Bev wrote a post called "Jesus didn't jog" - another great read.
|The first tulip is out!|
The increased meds make me very tired, and a little woozy, so my cottonwool brain and I will be checking out for now. There is no option but to close the eyes and rest, believe me. This does not suit at all, but hey, it has to be done. Be good, now - and enjoy your day. I will be back tomorrow.