“Scattered showers” says the forecast, but as an old man, in a dry year, waiting for rain, I have little confidence they will scatter over me. When you begin life your forecast is for scattered patches of good fortune. But you can no more control their arrival and departure than you can control Autumn rain […]
You drift through time like floating on an ocean, until you wash up on the shore while time drifts on
The youngest in the room The smartest in the room The poorest in the room The happiest in the room The saddest in the room The oldest in the room The sickest in the room The deadest in the room
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There is an old joke, where you ask some yokel “How do I get to xxxx?” and he replies “Well I wouldn’t start from here.” My life feels like that but in reverse – how did I get here from there?
One moment you’re secure in the cocoon of youth: no ailments, at home in your body, watching time pass so slowly, seeing old people as another species, knowing you will never change. The next moment you’re not.
I had a friend who didn’t make it to twenty. Another never reached forty. One more was gone before fifty. Finally there was the friend who fell short of seventy. I am closing fast on my next landmark of eighty years. Lucky. Sad.
