Hey folks, welcome to the new whine/general topic thread. Feel free to use this thread to discuss anything that is on your mind. Caregiving- related stuff, life after a loved one's death, your own emotional wellbeing. Whatever..........anything on your mind.
Even royalty wipe their own bums............(I think)............I hope so. :P
Just sighing with relief that another Remembrance Sunday service at the Cenotaph in Whitehall is safely out of the way. May the Queen live forever and everything, but the sight of a ninety year old lady making her way alone to the plinth, carrying a wreath - and they weigh a TON - up two stone steps and then down again BACKWARDS...
Well I'm sure I'm not the only English person holding my breath and gritting my teeth 'til she's safely back in line.
Now, there is a long posting I want to make, about sinuses and cat litter, but must go find some medicine to fix this......I should have worn a mask.
Solution, post really nice short posts. ? ?
Maybe I am wrong.
No, Really, you all, my friends here get all the credit. So grateful, so thankful.
Thank you!
Hope everyone has a good day, no matter what we face.
Don't know how the Hotel California cooks its breakfast bacon, but found a piece in mom's purse tonight - it looked chewy or at least chewed on
Took Tumeric capsules instead of Curcumin. lol.
Ate an apple to keep the doctor away, just in case.
:)
I'm Fine Thank You
There is nothing the matter with me
I'm as healthy as can be.
I have arthritis in both my knees
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze,
My pulse is weak and my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Arch supports I have for my feet,
Or I wouldn't be able to go on the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I'm all right,
My memory is failing, my head's in a spin
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
The moral is this - as my tale I unfold,
That for you and me who are growing old,
It's better to say, "I'm fine" with a grin,
Than to let folks know the shape we're in.
How do I know that my youth is all spent?
Well my 'get up and go' has got up and went.
But I don't really mind when I think with a grin,
Of all the grand places 'my get up' has been.
Old age is golden, I've heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed,
With my ears in the drawer, my teeth in the cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
Ere sleep overtakes me, I think to myself
Is there anything else I could lay on the shelf?
When I was young, my slippers were red;
I could kick my heels right over my head.
When I got older, my slippers were blue;
But still I could dance the whole night through.
But now I am old, my slippers are black;
I walk to the store and puff my way back.
I get up each day and dust off my wits,
And pick up the paper and read the 'obits'.
If my name is still missing, I know I'm not dead -
So I have a good breakfast and go back to bed.