Many of my neighbors and I have self-isolated. We are a senior apartment complex, and I think they feel, as I do, that at our age we do not need to temp Fate. I also have finally been assessed by my nurse friend to be able to drive myself once again. That in itself is a freedom.
I wanted to go to the store today, not for anything special, just to replace a few things and get a few sale items. BUT it is raining. Now, I always poopooed the old people (when younger) for not going out when it rains. But I have become one - my issue is balancing my cane, my umbrella, and trying to keep an arm free for everything else - like opening doors to cars.
Long story short, I will wait until tomorrow or whenever the rains stop or just order my groceries online and have them delivered. I hate to admit this, but It appears I have become one of those old people who only go out when the sun is out.
I guess 74 1/2 is a good time to admit I am getting old - not older, but old. In my heart I am still a young woman. But my brain and body like to remind me that I am getting old - all the time.
Therefore, I will wait until tomorrow to got out, but it is a given that I will get out sometime soon. I am and have never been a homebody. And TV is all reruns, obviously, and I have sworn not to read my books until I go to bed. Why? I just have a few left. I guess I will have to order some from a booksite that I once used.
I wanted to go to the store today, not for anything special, just to replace a few things and get a few sale items. BUT it is raining. Now, I always poopooed the old people (when younger) for not going out when it rains. But I have become one - my issue is balancing my cane, my umbrella, and trying to keep an arm free for everything else - like opening doors to cars.
Long story short, I will wait until tomorrow or whenever the rains stop or just order my groceries online and have them delivered. I hate to admit this, but It appears I have become one of those old people who only go out when the sun is out.
I guess 74 1/2 is a good time to admit I am getting old - not older, but old. In my heart I am still a young woman. But my brain and body like to remind me that I am getting old - all the time.
Therefore, I will wait until tomorrow to got out, but it is a given that I will get out sometime soon. I am and have never been a homebody. And TV is all reruns, obviously, and I have sworn not to read my books until I go to bed. Why? I just have a few left. I guess I will have to order some from a booksite that I once used.
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