I enjoy being a 76 year old sitting in a chair outside beneath the shade of a tree. No. Enjoy is not the word. Quiet acceptance. Wondering that I made it this far. "Far" is not right either. No sense of linear time, only memory arising in the now. No clouds in the blue depths of heaven. Going nowhere. Nothing doing. My Zen name.
Hi George,
ReplyDeleteThank you, George. I enjoy your Geezer observations the most of all. Maybe it is because I are one.
I enjoy hanging out with you. It is kind of a quiet (and sometimes not so quiet) joy.
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