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I was grateful to see warmer weather and the yellow bells and azaleas in bloom. Things were going pretty good until the telephone rang.
Then I was shaken back into reality with the news that a close friend had passed away.
Then almost without warning, three more unexpected deaths reduced my circle of longtime friends.
Someone once remarked that when we pass the age of 65, we began to live on borrowed time.
Frankly, I’m hoping that our Maker will grant me a few more years of leniency on that loan.
I’m having a lot of fun with this great-grandpa stuff. Besides, there’s still a lot of stuff left for me to do. I haven’t even gotten around to cleaning out the garage yet.
You know, there are times when I feel like I’m gonna be around forever.
I make future plans and check the Weather Channel before going outside to blow pine needles, leaves and grass clippings from the walkway and driveway.
Bless Pete, I even carry out the garbage.
If I knew I wasn’t going to be around much longer, I’d surely let those chores pass me by.
To tell the truth, I stay so busy that I’m still trying to figure out how I got all this stuff done before I retired.
Sometimes I get so engrossed in my fiddling around that my medications run out. It’s always been that way and kinda reminds me of missing a Victory Garden lunch because of some boyhood adventure that was occupying my time.
Hey, things happen. Right now, I feel as pert as a rutting buck. Shucks, I’ll just get the medicines refilled next week. That doctor was probably just giving me stuff I didn’t need to humor me, anyway.
Well, maybe not.
Why am I feeling tipsy, a bit light-headed and nauseous all the sudden? Maybe I don’t need to wait. I called the doctor’s office to have someone call in my prescription refills.
Time stood still until I had those pills in hand and could down each one.
I wondered if my time was running out, until they started to kick in and I started to feel a little better.
I mumbled a quick “Thank you, Lord” under my breath and went on my way. At my age, I guess I do need to take a little better care of myself. That mind-set will probably last until I smell fried chicken or fresh pound cake.
Oh well, we can’t live forever. The years of our lives are numbered. And much like my receding hairline, my remaining years are also disappearing.
But I’ve made up my mind not to fret over what I can’t control. I’m gonna try to enjoy each day, which includes plans to see my next great-grandchild.
Yes sir, when life gets boring, I’m gonna change the channel. There’s a lot more to living than waiting around to pass away.