Aging. Can't really complain if you think about it.

I had three friends who knew me from the time I was in my twenties till I was well into my sixties. They've all died in the past few years. They were all a little younger than me. They all continue to influence my life. One of the many things they influence is my attitude toward getting older. I can't bitch about being as old as I am because I'm all too aware that they would have loved to be this old. I would say of each of them that they were better at life than I. Each of them would argue the point. Friends. Those people in your lives that love you even though they know you are invaluable and the gift of friendship really does keep on giving. They will live in my heart for as long as my heart lives. One of them would be celebrating a birthday today. Happy Birthday, Bonny. You're loved and missed.

If I was still blogging...

I don't really know what happened. I was enjoying keeping a blog. Then I wasn't. When I started I thought it was a good idea to just admit to it. Be upfront. That's the way I am. Open book. But I think that was a mistake. I think it may be time for me to rethink a lot of things. But for now...

If I was still blogging I would be going on about this exercise I've been going through most of this winter. Chucking what needs to be chucked, painting what needs to be painted, sorting what needs to be sorted. I took a month off. Just re-entered the fray a few days ago and today, horray, I think I've had a breakthrough.    It all seems obvious for the moment. I am proceeding as if I were the person who was cleaning up and sorting out after my death. Is that not brilliant. There are still decisions to be made, but it's allowing me to be more objective. I dealt with lot of stuff today. Probably 3 or 4 days worth if I'd been going at it in my usual way. But pretending I woke up dead and someone else was dealing with my mountains of crap makes it fairly, or at least relatively, easy. 

Religion, eh?

There was a news piece this week about a guy who experienced a couple of life lapses due to an iffy ticker.
He was being interviewed by 'legitimate' journalists because of his short bouts of death. Okay, here's the thing. This was being presented as proof that all of us who have experienced death and seen light and more are full of shit because this dude experienced nothing but blackness.

Okay. He said it. He EXPERIENCED blackness. So, he was saying that he remembered having an experience while he was, according to medical practitioners, dead. Sorry you experienced blackness, fella, but you had, and reiterated repeatedly, an experience.