While I still can.
After all I’m 76 and have one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel.
I’m being careful though.
I only go out once a day to walk my dog.
While I’m walking I scream at all the workmen I pass “Don’t be kissing me?”
Sure they have puzzled looks on their faces now but pretty soon old people will be like pedal pushers. They’ll be very rare and a delight to come upon.
I’m just jumping ahead of the curve.
Who knows when I’ll see anyone in my family.
I tried face time with Julie the other day but if you’re not used to it it isn’t a comfortable experienced.
We just looked at each other trying to think of something momentous to say.
I did learn one thing. If I do it again I’m going to comb my hair.
I will end this with a lovely picture of my doorman (who’s no longer allowed to touch or look at me) in better days with Debby dressed to the nines.