Getting old.

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I am contemplating my life. And simple things, the most simple grab my attention. Like for instance BOWEL MOVEMENTS. Or the lack thereof. I remember when I was a kid, my grandfather always seemed to have on hand, prune juice or stewed prunes. He said it was to keep the pipes lubricated. I confess I didn't understand. But today, it came to me and I laughed to myself. He also said when he 'broke wind' not excuse me. No, his was always "Better a noisy neighbour than a poor tenant." As I age, I find myself gravitating that way. And I'm teaching MY grandson those ways too. Share a glass of prune juice? Cheers.