Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “page.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!
As I drank my coffee this morning, I glanced around the living room and thought to myself, ”its starting to look like old people live here.” Since we have been in the deep freeze, blankets are strewn about, theres my blood pressure machine on the end table, and on David’s end table are lotions, and Kleenex next to a small catch-all cart.
I turned the page in my book on Understanding Your Grief, answered the prompt in my accompanying journal and set it aside. I’d clean all this stuff up later, when we get back from going to get a new floor lamp to go next to the recliner so I can see to crochet better. What? Yes, I’ve taken it up again, not because I’m old, but because it’s supposed to be relaxing. I’m determined to do it right and make myself a new shawl, and when I have that done, I may do like Dar and start some projects for the needy.
Maybe I’m turning a new page in my quest to help others, now that I have more time. If I volunteer somewhere or get a part-time job, then my time won’t be mine anymore…it’s a hard decision, one I’m still pondering. If I got good at this craft, I could spend my extra time making hats, scarves, and shawls for the homeless and still be helping people. Wait, I’ve gone off track, I was talking about how we are starting to look like an old couple.
Maybe our upcoming romantic trip to Eureka Springs will change my perspective. Then again, it could also solidify the inevitable truth…one I seem to refuse to accept. We are getting old. No! No, I refuse to cave in to that notion, you’re as young as you feel, after all. Too bad I feel cold and creaky right now. Where’s my blanket?