Grannie Days

I find myself befuddling a little. I try to explain something to someone and the words get all mixed up, and eventually I finish what I am trying to say or explain. I actually think I am being more and more like my Mother. I am on alert! I need to watch what I say, where I walk, what I bump into, and what I am handling. I need to pay more attention. I am laughing more which is what my Mom and I liked to do with each other. I would read here grocery list as I saw it, and both of us would laugh because it was not what she meant at all. It was the writing I was taking literally. And I now realize that I can't bend over as easily as I used to, I have to think about it some, bend, reach, and then get back up. Weeding the garden requires getting down and then back up. Pulling requires more strength, weeds up, or myself up. Paying attention, not tripping, but being aware. Takes some doing.

But I have vowed to pay attention to others in my age group and above. Sometimes we become invisible. So I talk to old people. They are my group. I am aiming for smiles. We need to stick together. I will open a door or acknowledge their presence. In the grocery store you can see some of us looking downcast, and that is not good. Say hello. Smile. It does not take much, and I will bee older one of these days and may be confused and need help. Pass it on!