LIFE IS GOOD

The older I get . . .

The easier it is to lose track of time

Often wondering what time it is

And even, sometimes, what day it is

I find I can be okay with not washing my hair everyday

It can be okay to not comb or brush my hair right away

It can even be okay to simply run my fingers through it

Some days . . .

I worry that someone will ring the doorbell early in the day

And find me in rumpled and ragged disarray

But I don’t worry enough to put myself aright right away

Days seem to get shorter as I find myself circling the task list

And trying to remember what it was I wanted to do

Reminding myself write it down as soon as I remember

The wonder is . . .

Somehow I manage to feed the animals and myself a well-balanced diet

Most days I put on my walking shoes and take the girls for a walk

And most of the time, I remember their names

I still enjoy a good challenge, like a difficult crossword puzzle or sudoko

And writing an occasional article for my neglected blog

And trying to understand Republican reasoning (oxymoron?)

Even as the days grow shorter . . . I find I like this time in my life.

Life is good!