Let's talk about aging or getting old or finding a way to navigate a hazardous world you once new like the back of your hand. But the back of your hand is wrinkled and has spots or a small cut that's taking ages to heal.
My skin is not like it was twenty years ago. I heal more slowly and have to be careful with a sharp knife or the edge of a table. Whoever thought table corners would be so wicked? All I have to do is lost my balance every so little and bump the damned corner. And the bruise!
I could be a poster for an abused Granny. All I'm missing are cigarette burns to look like the real thing.
But I must leave you and watch the news about the new Pope Francis. God help us all. He is seventy-six years old. An old man taking on a huge task with bits and pieces of the church fragmenting here and there.
Ordain women? Not bloody likely
In the meantime continue to buy my books. I do enjoy my little royalty cheques.
Anita
www.anitabirt.com
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