Janet took this photo of our pink cosmos last summer.
Being Wise Seven March 21, 2021
How does wisdom come into it?
Am I any wiser because I’m older?
I seem to forget more. On a busy
day, I might forget my pill. My
legs get tired and I yearn to sit
down and put my feet up. Enough
work for awhile. I’ll rest now.
Then the next morning I find
the pill I didn’t take. I do
compensate, write things down
in my appointment book, get
books ready to mail as soon as
I get in the orders. Once I forgot
my class, but the students weren’t
angry. I’ve already chosen books
for my fall classes. I try to walk
every day, but sometimes I
forget that, too. I do well on the
whole, but what I forget troubles
me. I don’t know, of course,
how much longer I have to be
here, to cook and clean and teach
and learn. And I’m not the only
one in my life who forgets. We
all do. I used to lose things like
car keys and house keys. So I
wear my emergency pair of
keys. I should be able to outwit
myself. I’ll give it a try.