This is a journal of thoughts about me, my life, and the world that swirls around me without my permission, and how I cope with it - or not.
Hmmmm. How to begin. I am 62 years old, and not loving the aches and pains of aging. However, getting old is better than the alternative - dying young. I don't look my age. If I did, I would become a cranky old bat, cursing my wrinkles. Due to lucky genes, expensive skin creams and hair and nail vitamin supplements, I look about fifteen years younger. I have had two boyfriends in my life, and I married both of them. I met the first one at age 16, married him at 19, legally separated at 20, divorced him at 23. I met my second boyfriend at 21, and married him at 25. I'm still married to him, almost 37 years later.
Although I don't follow any organized church or religion anymore, I still devotedly believe in God as a force for hope and solace in the universe. I pray a lot - mostly the lord's prayer, then I thank God for my blessings, or I make an urgent request for whatever I need at the moment. Some of these requests involve finding my walking cane, which I tend to leave in the bathrooms and produce departments of grocery stores. It's a really good cane, with four little legs and rubber feet protruding from the bottom of it. I have a torn ligament in my right knee, and my cane keeps me upright - mostly. There have been times when Lady Cane(that's what I call her) arbitrarily reaches out and snags an obstacle with one of her four feet as I go by. These obstacles can be anything from a corner of a counter to a corner of the dog. In any case, the results are the same - I go down on the floor, grasping my wrenched knee, cursing like a sailor.