Cryin' Time

Less than ten days from now we will welcome a new year. Nothing special. That happens every three hundred sixty five days or so. We make lists of the many things, items or emotions, which would please us. Should we take advantage of these last days and put in our complaints? One of my friends (a few years younger than me) complained that old age sucks. My hands ache, my back aches, my toes hurt, my ears strain harder to hear conversations, my neck creaks when I turn my head too quickly. I could moan, groan and cry about it all, I suppose but I just cannot. I wake up each morning, able to put my feet on the floor, get up and walk into the kitchen for juice, toast and coffee. Not exactly blue ribbon actions but then I don't intend to run a race to Spokane or Pasco for that matter but I will continue to rise up and face each day as long as I can. If I really want a good cry I will read a romantic tear jerker, or watch goofy movie. Crying makes my eyes red and red eyes do not enhance other facial features which are not in any movie star category to begin with. Actually it is very funny. I could laugh out loud.

Naomi Sherer