Friday, March 21, 2014

ANITA BIRT - WEAVER OF TALES

Life is full of surprises. I copied my St.Patrick Ode to my blog. It used all the space and there was nowhere for me to comment. I hope someone enjoyed reading it. I enjoyed writing it. Now to serious business. My blog is a complete failure because it wanders all over the place. I do not have a theme. Have I some expertise about some thing I could build on? Like. How to grow old gracefully or not as the case may be. How to continue writing as I grow older and older? Those are the two themes that come to mind.

Aging is a fact of life. Life is a terminal illness. How to make those last years memorable or interesting not just for me but for others growing old. The trouble is I can speak only for myself. I can't speak for someone wrestling with painful arthritis, for instance. Or having to give up walking unaided. Or how to remain reasonably cheerful when you are stuck in a wheel chair for ever and ever.

I am an optimistic soul most of the time unless something makes me temporarily grumpy. So how does someone face the final years of life with a negative attitude? Getting out of bed in the morning is an effort and hardly worth doing at all because the day ahead is not every interesting.

Oh dear, this sounds so dull. Getting old, as I said above, is a fact of life. So how does one greet each day? Try a smile. I'm not kidding. If you can, stand up straight arms above your head and smile. Do this a few times and I guarantee you'll feel better.

If you can't stand up straight (you're in a walker for instance) sit up as best you can. Raise your arms as high as you can. Smile. Your can add to the smile by saying. "I'm not perfect but I'm okay."

Do you have friends? Friends are important to me as I grow older. With whom do you share laughs? Or tell jokes.

Do you play any games? Bridge. Scrabble. Chess. Something to tease your brain into thinking and paying attention.

That is it for to-day. Next blog will focus on what makes you happy? If no one comments I'll figure no one cares about happiness. So I shall care  about myself and bore you to tears. Are you buying my books?  A VERY DIFFICULT MAN. ISABELLE'S DIARY. ISABELLE'S STORY. RING AROUND THE MOON. TOO YOUNG TO DIE. There's a book to suit every taste. Dip in. Try one or two.

Anita
www.anitabirt.com

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