sunday
I saw this on Quora this morning and liked it:
"Why aren't some old people scared of dying?
Originally Answered: Why aren't old people scared of dying?
There is a time to leave the party. You have had a good time, have had your fill, you’re a bit wobbly from too much drink and conversation. The crowd has thinned, at least of anyone you know. In fact, most of your family and many of your friends have left already. You find less and less in common with the other guests and it becomes an effort to put on a fresh face and pretend you care about petty concerns.
The newer guests are still living it up and it gives you comfort to know they will keep the party going without you.
If you stay any longer you fear you’ll make a fool of yourself. You might pee your pants or babble incoherently. No matter how hard you try, you can’t always hear what others are saying. If you stay any longer you just know you are going to become a drag and your hosts, while concerned, will have to divert time and attention to you which might be used more constructively elsewhere.
You look around and realize, the party is no longer one where you fit. They are dancing to tunes you don’t recognize and they use words not in your lexicon. You are really not interested in adapting to new ways. Peace and quiet seems more prized than frantic activity.
The thought crosses your mind: it’s time to go home."
Yeah - I think it gets like that eventually. I hope I'm one of those who can be glad to go home in the end, or at least be at peace with it.
Good morning from where I sit, with the helios lens.
Skye.
My gosh, we are having perfect summer (early autumn) weather again. Cool at the moment and it's only getting up to 75F later today. I wish my car was running properly and free to take places. I'd love to hike with Rainy at Two Mile this morning. Sebastian and I do drive the car but only to important places like work (him) and (me) for things like Rainy's grooming yesterday. Tomorrow it should be fixed though and I am ready and willing to go places.
What I probably will do today is pick beans and tomatoes in Dave's garden and walk Rainy to the creek.
"Why aren't some old people scared of dying?
Originally Answered: Why aren't old people scared of dying?
There is a time to leave the party. You have had a good time, have had your fill, you’re a bit wobbly from too much drink and conversation. The crowd has thinned, at least of anyone you know. In fact, most of your family and many of your friends have left already. You find less and less in common with the other guests and it becomes an effort to put on a fresh face and pretend you care about petty concerns.
The newer guests are still living it up and it gives you comfort to know they will keep the party going without you.
If you stay any longer you fear you’ll make a fool of yourself. You might pee your pants or babble incoherently. No matter how hard you try, you can’t always hear what others are saying. If you stay any longer you just know you are going to become a drag and your hosts, while concerned, will have to divert time and attention to you which might be used more constructively elsewhere.
You look around and realize, the party is no longer one where you fit. They are dancing to tunes you don’t recognize and they use words not in your lexicon. You are really not interested in adapting to new ways. Peace and quiet seems more prized than frantic activity.
The thought crosses your mind: it’s time to go home."
Yeah - I think it gets like that eventually. I hope I'm one of those who can be glad to go home in the end, or at least be at peace with it.
Good morning from where I sit, with the helios lens.
Skye.
My gosh, we are having perfect summer (early autumn) weather again. Cool at the moment and it's only getting up to 75F later today. I wish my car was running properly and free to take places. I'd love to hike with Rainy at Two Mile this morning. Sebastian and I do drive the car but only to important places like work (him) and (me) for things like Rainy's grooming yesterday. Tomorrow it should be fixed though and I am ready and willing to go places.
What I probably will do today is pick beans and tomatoes in Dave's garden and walk Rainy to the creek.