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Review. I Review.
Life passes quickly unmarked
Goals met: none. Made: none.
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Big sigh. I must sigh.
Service to others a must.
Listen to my soul.
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Review. I Review.
No goals. No progress. Life flies.
Goals. A must. I must.
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Resolutions. Goals.
Measurable Goals Life flies.
Meaningful life lasts.
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Big sigh. I must sigh.
Service to others a must.
Listen to my soul.
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Repeating myself.
Time to listen to my soul
Service to others.
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Review Next Years goals.
Resolution. Planning. Same.
Listen to my soul.
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They met when he "accidentally bumped into her ice skating and "had" to stop to help her up. They married. When did they think how old they were, and about the amount of time they had left that they'd be together?
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I am trying to decide
about birthdays.
Do other people consciously think
of how many birthdays
they may have left when they
are seventy, eighty,
ninety, one hundred.
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It is starting to annoy me
when someone uses the euphemism
“young lady” or “young man” or
“years young”
inferring someone is the opposite.
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When I was young,
in my early 30’s...
now that is OLD to some,
to me, VERY YOUNG.
I was working in a nursing facility
and was curious about how the
residents felt mentally,
so when someone had a birthday,
their age would come up,
I would ask,
“What age do you feel in your mind
and how you think ?”
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To a one, “in my 30’s? was the answer
over several decades of my working
with the aging population
(remember, now, we are ALL aging
from the day we were born !)
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Now there are people who think like
someone we would think of as old
in their teens and twenties…
and older…
you know who they are in your life.
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Now that I am older,
there is a more delicate question
that I think of
when someone is older than me
by a few years…
(be very sure of this if you
tread into these deep waters)
this is VERY delicate,
and must be asked of the right people,
people can get very upset
if the wrong ones are asked:
“Do you think about being
past middle age ?”
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The answer the other day,
was another question:
“How do we know when
we are middle aged ?
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Change is in the air...on the way home from painting, temp 42F, and dropping. Winds brisk. Pretty soon, rain drops on the windshield. Dark clouds towards Bangor, Bar Harbor still under blue skies. The edge of the front, over Walmart !
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You have to have weather
whether you want it or not.
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The words of my father sneak in
and whisper to me at times
like today…unseasonably warm,
the heavy rain from last night,
melts snow into puddles and ponds ,
snowmen from the Christmas storm,
disappear leaving only
traces that they were here…
a carrot, some coal, and maybe
a hat or scarf.
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Then came the arctic front….
wind chills below zero !
skating may be next on the docket.
School vacation
may be redeemed yet.
Skiers will be sad,
skaters, glad.
Mothers with toddlers,
preschool teachers, too,
dressing the kiddos in so many
layers they can barely walk !
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High today, Bar Harbor, 54 F,
wind gusts to 47 mph.
AM, cloudy. Noon, sunny.
rain at 5 PM !
And then the arctic front !
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You have to have weather
whether you want it or not !
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siggiofmaine 