Another year, another hairstyle

Changed my hairdresser for the first time in over 30 years. Wish it wasn't such a yellow picture, as I rather like it.

Fancy being vain enough at 91 to want a new profile picture for Facebook! Did you ever notice that once
there are grandchildren about Granny seldom gets her picture taken ... and I daresay Grandpa has the same problem.

The going is beginning to get hard now, and I've had to resort to a stairlift. Thank goodnes arthritis has not entirely destroyed my skill as a touch typist ... I mean of course, the old fashioned kind of touch typing,  without looking at the keys, not typing by touch on the screen of a hand-held device.

I didn't get my first computer till I was 70, and it has given me so much joy. But the brain tires as well as the body, and that is even more saddening. My GP has done a simple memory test for early signs of dementia, but apparently I scored OK in that. However, short of dementia, memory loss can still be very troublesome. 

Well, there is still laundry to be done, and washing up, and I only manage about a 12-hour day, so a cuppa and something nice to eat is next on the list.

If anyone actually reads this, it would be a great delight to hear from you. I hope there is still a functioning system for making comments. I don't think I shall ever work out how to do this properly again. Blessings to all!

 

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Knocking on at 90.......

I thought I would come back and change my profile picture, now I am starting on yet another decade. Unfortunately the software won't accept it so I have to put it in my post.

I got distracted by other things in 2009, and stopped blogging regularly, but I have been back once or twice since to make the odd comment. I always plan to take it up again, but each year that goes by makes it harder to do all the things you want to do, and still look after the shopping, cooking, eating, tidying up, paying the bills, and unscrambling the stupid confusions and cockups that seem to beset so many older people as the clarity of their focus dims a little. (Whew, what a long sentence!)

I set up this blog in 2005 saying that I would "tell it like it is" and that is still my intention. I would like to put in a link here to a post I made almost 10 years ago, but I am afraid I may mess it up. It is going to take me time to relearn the way to do this, as I am sure there must have been more than one update to the programme while I have been gone. So I will leave it to the next post ..... (if there is one).

LOVE POEM - (without benefit of accents)

Love poem

Ya du noir tout au long des nuits

Ya du noir tous les chats sont gris

Ya du gris dans un ciel de pluie

Ya du gris dans les yeux de ma mie.

Ya du bleu tout au fond des cieux

Ya du bleu dans le fond d’tes yeux

Ya du vert dans l’printemps d’mon coeur

Ya du vert d’l’espoir du bonheur.

Ya de l’or dans l’reflet d’tes cheveux

Ya de l’or on dirait du feu

Ya du blanc dans le creux d’tes seins

Ya du blanc sur ta peau d’satin.

Ya ton rouge pour tacher mes levres

Ya ton rouge qui me donne la fievre

Ya l’argent qui n’fait pas l’bonheur

Ya d’l’argent qui choisit l’malheur.

Mais d’la joie y’a a plein ma tete

Toute en rire tout en fete

Mais l’amour y’en aura jusqu’a la fin des jours.

                            ~~~~~

    ˜™  

Charlie off to Bolivia today....lucky thing.
Posted by The Barn by Sarah Collins on Monday, 6 July 2015