sunday morning thoughts

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Good morning, friends. Sometimes, listening to one of those audio books about Victorian age mades me feel that I belong there. Today I was listening to the narrator that told me how the girl went to see the Dowager duchess. She was the Duke´s grandmother and in the narrator´s words, the was an "imposing, yet ANCIENT lady that must have been around 80 years old". HEY, I want to scream, I´m not ancient and I´m 80. But the narrator went on with his tale about how the girl even dreaded to glance at her. No wonder I try not to look at mirrors anymore. Maybe the mirror would give me a stare as shocked as the girl gave to the Dowager duchess. Gone are the days when I spent long minutes looking at myself and thinking how I would comb my hair for next Saturday´s party. Now I use my time reading and listening to characters of other times and think about what to make for lunch, delicious yet acceptable to my tummy. Three months ago I decided that I would not use pepper anymore. And lately I am thinking that I will have to talk with my doctor about blood pressure, Losartan and red wine. Do you feel that some things start to leave your life? My older friends have similar problems. Dixie kisses her champagne glass on New Year and leaves it behind a pot. Alejandra asks her son to take away all fat from her piece of meat before he cuts it (she can´t do it as she sees poorly). Now I´ll go to read you posts. I have been away too long.