WE change and ageing is a kind of shock to the brain. I find it kind of interesting to age since no one ever told me what it would be like. I will be 80 before the month of January is over. Looking forward to January thaw if we get one.
My younger me definitely had a different list than today's list. The things like you that I wanted changed remind me today that I survived and I'm still surviving with less desire of changes and more gratitude.
I would never have guessed you're 80 years old reading your blog entries. You're definitely young at heart.
The fires are horrific. I agree the fires are definitely showing us how easily our lives can change. Man's illusion of being indestructible cannot surpass mother nature.
I'm so sorry. I hope this time turns out better. My daughter is an alcoholic but alcohol free for 4 years now with the help of AA. She lives not far from her meeting place and goes often. Somehow she knows when she needs to go more often and does that. She has a good sponsor and I am so proud of her (she'll be 60 this year and has 2 adult children that she has reunited with recently). She tells me one has to be at the very bottom to realize the need to climb up. Of course, that bottom is different for different people, but she did "try" AA several times before "it took". Best wishes to you and your family.
If only time could stand still and when it resumes the slate would be clear...If only your words to the greater powers could happen our world would be a better place.
Use these words in your entry today: magical, harpschord, eventful, occasional, minstrel, clowns, and emergency vehicles.
Even though I live out of the city, the sound of emergency vehicles can often be heard racing up the highway. We’ve lived here in this quiet hillside town for over forty years. Once upon a time this was an un eventful place with perhaps the occasional police car zipping past chasing a stupid people acting like clowns, speeding in our 60 kilometre zone.
The town holds its own carnival each year with a minstrel or two playing the harpsichord on the street and the mayor dressed up and handing out sweets to the children. It transforms our town into a magical place where the townspeople can believe, just for a day, that we’ve stepped back in time to how our lives were in a different era.
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