You know the old saying: When one door closes, another one opens.
Well, my memory door has slammed shut and someone ate the key but my calf muscles are experiencing a whole new life.
See, I’m getting more exercise. Lots more. Walking upstairs, downstairs, all around the house. Searching for lost items. Items lost within the last five minutes. Or less. Or more. But lost, nevertheless.
I’ve been getting emails for years about the joys, the pleasures, the graces of getting old. We learn that it’s okay, even somewhat admirable, to get a bit saggy, forgetful, slow on the uptake. And I, for one, am glad to know that we are admitting this. I think it’s healthy.
But this business of misplacing everything is getting a bit pesky.
What happened to my coffee mug when I carried it somewhere to do something? Did I finish what I started? I need a jolt of caffeine to jump-start my brain but….
Where was I last reading my book? In a sunny spot? Under a warm blanket? In the doctor’s office? And, remind me, please. What was the name of the book?
I’ve misplaced my glasses. Again. And since can’t see without them, I could hardly be expected to find them, could I? Oh, never mind. I found them. They were on my face after all. Just exactly where they were the last time I looked for them.
It’s all a vicious circle. But I keep looking. And walking. In circles. Upstairs, downstairs, all around the house.
I’m actually feeling pretty strong these days. Aging has its benefits….just like all of you have been telling me for years.
Maybe if I keep up all this activity, I’ll come across the door marked “Patience.”
Now that would be a real find.
PS. Oops, I almost forgot. Life on the May is going to take a bit of a break. I’m hoping to post something every-other week. This weekly thing is a bit taxing….….so I think a break in pattern is in order. We’ll see how that goes. Stay with me! Please.