As I slowly, actually, much too quickly, move towards going from an elderly person to an old person, I find myself perusing the obituaries, not so much to see if anyone I knew was there, but to take a pulse of 'the dying generation'. By that I mean I take a rough total of all those persons passing away who were younger than I am versus the number of persons older than I am passing away. As time goes by, there are more younger and fewer older, meaning I am reaching that point where the odds I may soon appear in one of those announcements increases.
I love to read about those whose ages far exceed mine, thinking of all they had seen during their lives, all the history that took place while they could view it. I hope someday to be one of those 'really old' people. I have a ways to go before that happens, and I pray if I am allowed the time, I am aware of it all, right up to the last.
The weather seems to be heading towards spring here in Richmond. The temperatures are beginning to moderate, and there is more rain than snow being forecast for the foreseeable future. While it wouldn't bother me to have another round of a big snow, if it doesn't happen, I can't say I will regret it. I am just now beginning to feel normal with my shoulders not aching all the time from shoveling snow, again and again.
Reading update: Only 25 pages to go in Don Quixote! I have read 866 pages! In small print. no less.
I haven't watched as much of the Olympics as I initially thought I would. For some reason, sitting around watching someone else do something when I could be doing something does not appeal to me. There are too many things I want to do, and am reaching the point where I would rather not even have a TV. Maybe someday soon, there will be one in the trash, and it will be mine! Anymore, most of the time spent is spent watching commercials for medicines I never intend on taking.
Saw an article in the paper where an 84 year old man jumped from a ferry somewhere around Norfolk, and drowned, or died from the action. I would like to know why he did that, but never will. It many ways, I can sympathize with someone that age choosing to end his time on earth, perhaps knowing he would soon end up sitting all alone and staring at the wall for the remainder of his existence, never knowing where he was, or caring. Life really is beautiful; no longer knowing that must be hell on earth.
I am just chock full of happy thoughts today! On the bright side, so to speak, we went to Can Can for a bit of breakfast, having an apricot muffin and an almond croissant. I saw a young lady there who was there the last time we did this, and as she was the last time, was reading a book. I tried to see what she was reading, but to no avail.
There is more interest being shown in Ginny's paintings right now, and we're hoping that will translate into some sales. I put another one of mine out at a store that had sold one of them last December. Wouldn't mind selling it, but we'll see. Still have not painted in a while. Too involved with my writing, that makes nothing $ wise. Why do I keep it up? I have no idea other than because the hope is always there that someday someone will read something I wrote and think it good enough to publish. It's been a long dry spell...
