In the last couple of days…
I was speaking to Denise. She’s been having trouble with her legs. There’s a rash on them, they’re painful. ‘I’ve got to have an autopsy,’ she said. Fortunately, we know each other well enough to laugh about the fact that she wasn’t dead, but needed a biopsy.
I read a letter from an elderly gent. He explained why he hadn’t paid an invoice he’d been sent: ‘MRI scams showed that I had two foreign bodies on my brain’. In this instance I think he was scanned not scammed.
I had my haircut by Mark. There’s always good-natured banter, that out of context could be seen as rudeness. Talking about buying clothes from charity shops I commented on his sense of fashion. He thought I said passion…
One of life’s greatest frustrations: Forgetting words! I get half way through a sentence and forget the word… bassoon, buttercup, Basingstoke, Brenda… Places, names, random words – they’re still somewhere in my brain, but not always as instantly accessible as they used to be.
Musing…
…Remembering the old Bee Gees song ‘Words’ with the repeated lines: ‘It’s only words and words are all I have to take your heart away.’ It was written by Barry Gibb after an argument… With words we can express anger and disappointment… or love and appreciation.
…Reading ‘Proverbs’ in my Bible this morning: ‘A person finds joy in giving an apt reply – and how good is a timely word!’ It’s not about the quantity of words… It’s about getting the right word at the right time.
The chapter starts: ‘A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.’ It’s not just the words I say – it’s the way I say them!
…Remembering the Ecclesiastes verse: ‘Do not be quick with your mouth, do not be hasty in your heart to utter anything before God. God is in heaven and you are on earth, so let your words be few.’
…Reflecting on the potential of my words today.
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Julie and I often remark on how we have always bantered with each other. Taking the mickey out of each other in an affectionate way. We laugh a lot still. We till have fun.
It is sad how many of our friends have not taken to retirement as well. Male friends, especially, whose identity, we now realise, was their job. I think we all strive for an “identity”.
I suppose I realise, late in life, that even at school my identity is and was “the buffoon”. It was harder for me to achieve any academic or creative successes due to that desire to be the buffoon. But I wouldn’t have a second of my life any different. We both feel that whatever has happened before has been instrumental in our landing up where we are now. Extremely happy and content.
We have both been writing scripts even more lately knowing, not only that time is running out, but also that keeping our minds active can only be a benefit. We both forget words, forget why we went into a room and especially forget what day of the week it is.
In fact I’ve forgotten why I started writing this……
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