Getting old seems t'be mainly a matter of luck…whether it's 'good' luck or 'bad' luck depends a lot on your individual point of view….
I'm kind'a poky in the mornin's, definitely not a multi-tasker…seems like I'm becoming a creature of habit…of routine, if you will, get up, make coffee, check blood sugar 'n shoot up…never ever tho't it'd come to this but I've found that you make concessions to age whether you want to or not…
Two little dogs keep a close eye on me as I go thru all the mundane tasks that it takes to get me mobile…they don't say anything but they're watching all the time…
After I've showered 'n shaved 'n stuff 'n got my pants on, they begin to get a little antsy…When I open the sock drawer tho' is when they start to become a little unhinged 'cuz they know, y'see, that it's time for THE WALK…'n they can't hardly wait, Willie 'specially…Rusty is a little calmer but not much…. unlike T.S. Eliot who 'counted out his life in coffee spoons, it seems my life is pretty much defined by walks around the park…..
We humans are kind'a narcissistic, like to think of ourselves as individuals 'n don't want to be regarded as 'cookie-cutter' beings, peas in a pod automatons marching through the days, but that's pretty much what we do, ain't it?
Must be in our DNA 'cause we all do it…we begin early, developing our routine 'n as the years pass, circumstance changes but the routine goes on…well, until we die, of course 'n none of us knows what actually happens then but given our history on this planet, it's a pretty safe bet that we'll continue to follow what seems t'be a pre-ordained routine…
I ain't really crazy about the idea that after I die, I'll just trade my daily stroll around Plaza Park in my little village to a daily stroll around some heavenly park in the hereafter but that's one of those things that's really out of my control...
"What I'm looking for, I think, is a blessing not in disguise." Jerome K. Jerome
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