Red zinnia from our flower garden, thanks to Janet for flowers and photos /summer 2020
Talking to Myself Forty-One September 27, 2020
The thing about aging is that it’s so slow.
Slow to get sick and slow to heal. I walk
slowly. I work slowly. It takes me longer
to get dressed, to bathe, to eat, to gather
the trash or start the wash. And I put
off mopping the kitchen floor. I accept
help even when I don’t need it. Easier
than arguing, and then I know I won’t fall
down. I didn’t used to worry about
falling, didn’t use a cane. I still don’t
like it, but then I fell and got a black
eye. Another fall broke three toes. So
I use a cane. I still don’t like it, but it
might prevent a fall. At night I sleep
with the lights on and use a walker to
the bathroom. I did get a haircut so I
don’t look as old as I am, and I think
it helps. Slowly, I can do more and
not get sick. Slowly I proof and
publish more books. The main thing
is to keep walking, keep working,
rest as needed, but don’t stop.
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