It is 9.30 and still light, although thy sky is starting to turn pink. There is a chill in the air and a feeling that another year is already over when, for me, it doesn’t seem to have begun.
I have just checked the MOT date for the car. I always get to the middle of summer and realise that I have forgotten when it is due. Fortunately it is still six weeks away, which gives me plenty of time. It’s quite useful being able to check these things on line and makes me wonder how we ever managed to run things with only a diary, a memory and a few scraps of paper.
This Wednesday I will be having a blood test, next Wednesday I have an X-Ray to check I am fit for my new medication, and the Wednesday after that I will make arrangements to get the car serviced and for the test. I need to get it done so that I avoid it clashing with jury service. Fortunately you are able to get it done up to a month before the due date.
That is not exactly an impressive social diary is it? Blood test, X-Ray, car service, jury service . . .
Now, I think, I’m beginning to understand why older people don’t fear death. I’ve never been one of those people who worry about death, as it’s going to happen whether I worry or not, but I have wondered, in a theoretical way, whether it would become a matter of concern as I got older. It hasn’t. As every morning comes round I am just glad to find nothing else has gone wrong. By the time I’ve struggled into my increasingly awkward trousers I find my mind has cleared itself of any thoughts of mortality that may have accumulated during the night.
Of course, if you had my social life, you’d probably feel much the same.
You still have a way to go, I hope
Me too! 🙂
At 79+/- a bit I’ve got too much to tidy before kick the bucket. And ps, what is the bird? I would know what it is in Australia but…
It’s a magpie – they have expanded their UK range greatly over the last few years.
You get to a stage when you start to seriously think about whether it is sensible to buy a three year rail card.
I noticed that with Life Memberships. They used to seem such good value . . .
And old friend and mentor once said that old age is a matter of letting go of things. Dreams and aspirations change with time. He viewed Death as a friend whom he would come to know quite well someday, not that he was in any hurry, you understand. We all pass through that gate at some point. In the meantime, enjoy the ride for whatever knowledge and pleasures it offers. No point in worrying. None of us gets out of here alive. 🙂
Wise words. They are not long, the days of wine and roses, as Dowson said.
Thanks for the link. I have bookmarked the site.
One of his other poems gave Margaret Mitchell the title Gone with the Wind. 🙂