Old Age...

I turned 66 last week, as I've mentioned before. There are some days I don't feel a day over 17, honest!

But then I look in the mirror and see the gray hair, the wrinkles (yes, the fat doesn't hide all of them!), the fat, the near-sighted eyes and I realize I'm getting old.... The arthritis is fair some days, but more and more there are very bad days!!!!!!! I do my exercises, take my medication, try very hard not to over-do things each day, but there are still some nights, (like last night) that the pain is so bad it keeps me awake all night long.

The arthritis keeps me from doing so many things that I love. I have created some gorgeous flower beds over the years, but now have a terrible time taking care of them...

Oh, crap, I'm just complaining. Lovely thing to read, isn't it?

I'll quit for now, and maybe next time I feel like typing, it will be something more uplifting...