I have this cousin – Bill Poe is his name. Well. He’s not really my cousin but we pretend we are – it’s a long story which I won’t go into here because I can’t wait to share a brilliant prescription he gave me this week – ostensibly to be used in annoying moments – but I’m finding it has multiple applications.
My new, yet temporary job editing the local news rag, has been a huge distraction from keeping up tales of the deluded girl. But something bigger has been brewing and I hope it will motivate me to get back to communicating with the two or three of you who still tune in once in a while.
We can hardly expect the generation that brought us Woodstock and The Beetles to go quietly into the night. The Baby Boomers broke all the rules in our youth so dare we expect less as we age?
I have decided to change my approach to this aging thing. After all, we’re all doing it from the day we’re born to the day we decide to jump out of a plane on our 80th birthday – hopefully wearing a parachute!
I was perfectly content to watch the snow from the inside of my home last night even though I bemoaned my lack of desire to get out and play in it – build a snowman, throw some snowballs, gather some fresh snow for ice-cream. When did I outgrow that passion to experience such rarities in Mississippi?
If anyone is paying attention to the constantly changing dietary guidelines issued by the food police, you probably have whiplash by now. The U. S. Nutrition Panel is proposing some radical changes to the long accepted dietary guidelines and I’m livid.