Those of you who know me, know that I am gifted with seeing things that most normal people don’t see. Well, it has been a while, but the other day, I was watching television and a really annoying ad came on, I didn’t want to see it so I closed my eyes for a few moments and counted to thirty then opened my eyes.
There is a stranger in my life that keeps popping up. I don’t know his name, but I’ve seen him many times when he infiltrates my dreams at night. He’s only a few inches taller than I am and he has a modern day short beard and moustache. My guess is that he is in his early thirties. He is of average build, neither fat, nor thin.
Today, I opened a drawer and found my father’s pocket magnifying glass. It is a three inch square that has a leather patch on the front and back that slide to the side and can be held as a handle. I remember that magnifying glass from the time I was a child. My father usually had it in his pocket along with a tiny pen knife.
I don’t get to go out very often, so when my friend invited me to go and visit her, I jumped at the opportunity. I can’t recall exactly what the occasion was.
This is a story that I almost didn’t write. It’s a story that I didn’t want to write, but that I had to write just to get rid of the ‘memory’.
Sometimes in life you get lucky… really lucky. I know I did. I love where I live in town. The building is not exactly fancy, but it is clean and well maintained. I don’t have to shovel the snow in winter, nor rake the leaves in fall, nor even cut the grass and weed the gardens in summer. I simply get to enjoy the fruits of someone else’s labor at this point in my life. The building is in a part of town that has just enough hustle and bustle to keep life interesting.
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Getting old is both fun and funny. All my life, I’ve looked forward to my next birthday. The older I get, the more I enjoy my life. Of course, there are the aches and pains that go along with aging, but in spite of that aspect of the aging process, I have to say that I love my life.
When I was newly married, I spent my summer vacation with my in-laws in their summer home, in the countryside. I’m not sure what was going on in my life at that time, but I remember that for some reason I had developed stomach ulcers. Back in those days, the treatment for ulcers was considerably different from what it is today. I recall being instructed to remove the skin and seeds from all fruit and vegetables.
In the past, when a person was sent to the hospital for routine blood tests, you walked into the appropriate department and took a number then sat down and waited for your number to be called. That’s the way it always was back then.