I'm with Sue on doing everything you can while you can Kåre เลียม Enga
Sue, I was a force to be reckoned with when it came to doing things until 3 years ago, and then I took that crazy fall off the ladder. That fall broke not just my feet and damaged two discs in my back and tore the cartilage in my knee but it stole my fearlessness in doing things. Now I find I'm afraid of doing anything that might be risky where I never used to worry about the possibilities.
I've never cared about physical appearances, the things that mattered most to me was doing the things I dreamed of doing like hiking in Bryce Canyon, traveling to all the National Parks, dancing all night with my hubby and then walking together as the sunrises. I've accomplished a few parks and danced with my hubby but not all night and thankfully we've seen a lot of sunrises together.
Grasp life with both hands. While you can travel do it, Kare. It’s the thing which gives you most joy and happiness. The warmer weather will do those aging bones good too. You don’t have to hop skip and jump to enjoy an outdoor food market or just sit and chat to a stranger. We need to find our pleasures where we can before it’s too late. Looking forward to reading your observations from Penang.
Sue
You did take huge risks, didn't you! But I applaud you for every single one of them. I think you are better off for taking all those risks that made you a strong person.
It is interesting. My Grandmother left some post cards from friends which I read and added to my stamp collection. I have a pair of her earrings also that I saw her wear once. Even elderly she was beautiful. Now I wonder who else may have left written things in Grandmas family.
Very nice story. Once on a trail ride. We stopped to eat our roast beef sandwiches. The pony I was riding wanted some and yes ate its share roast beef and all.
Really loved the grittiness of the first poem, taking something that normally brings a sense of wonder, awe and joy into something grim and cynical (and I’m not even really the biggest fan of that style of storytelling). So great job there.
The clock one was eerie as heck, but I loved it. I kind of interpreted it as if the clock turned sentient. Amazing work all around. Faved to reference as inspiration later
I start my day wondering how I’ll be feeling when I first step out of bed. Usually it’s painful until I get moving. After I’ve sort of loosened up a little I lay back on my bed and do my physiotherapy exercises. I then put the kettle on, have breakfast and watch all the bad news on tv.
Usually before my surgery I’d walk with my husband four kilometres taking the dog for a walk, but these days I walk around the block. That is the start of my day and it’s usually still only eight am.
After that? Well the day’s my oyster.
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