Another day, another dollar! When you're over 80, there's a sameness about the days which unfold before you and there's also that nagging worry about how many days are left. Not to become too morbid, of course, but we are all mortal. When I was younger and looked at old people who sat in their lounge chairs letting the world pass them by, I thought that I wouldn't let that happen to me. I'd stay busy, travelling, involving myself in 'good works', studying ... And those old men and women I observed were all younger than I am now. When I was 25, most 'old' people were in their 60s or 70s and very few survived into their 80s.
Nowadays, thanks to modern medicine and, in my case, clean living, it's not unusual to be still hale and hearty at 85. I think I am still fairly hale and hearty but, really, I'm not interested in gallivanting or carousing or kicking up my heels. A good day for me is seeing the sun shining though the window when I wake up in the morning, a short walk to the end of the street and a few good meals and cups of coffee. If a parcel arrives from Temu or Kogan, that's a bonus.
I've already heard from the Post Office that a parcel will arrive today; I believe it's only a replacement remote for the television but it will still feel like Christmas morning.
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