The bad? news...
The copy boy and I broke up again. This time, I'm
He's an "all-or-nothing" kind of guy and I chose "nothing".
I'm not sure if this qualifies as bad news, though.
It might actually be considered good news... I'm looking forward to getting back to living the life I imagined - restoring my old house, reading good books, learning to cook and garden, and cook the stuff from my garden, knit, sew...
Basically, embrace my inner "little old lady".
The really bad news is...
My 84-year-old father is rapidly heading towards assisted living (best case) or a nursing home (worst case).
He fell again about a month ago, was admitted to the hospital then released into a rehab facility. He was doing really well, and we were looking into assisted living options. (He just can't be home alone anymore.)
Then, he started to regress.
He fell trying to get out of bed again and ended up back in the hospital, then back in the rehab facility.
While he was in the hospital last week he looked at me and said "getting old sucks".
He knows who he is, who we are, and who the president is. He can rattle off his date of birth. But, if you ask him what year it is, he always says 1951.
This would make him 21 years old.
(I would love to think I was 21 years old!)
I read this yesterday, posted by Dale Partridge, who publishes The Daily Positive. Here's an excerpt...
Culture tells us to spend an entire year saving for a week to escape our life. We call it vacation. Vacations are meant to be new, they are meant to be fun, but they are not meant to be better than your normal life. Life isn't about the 50 vacations you'll take while you're on this planet. It's about the 25,000 days between them. Stop creating a life that you need a vacation from.
If we're lucky enough to live to 84 (or beyond!), the day will come when we won't know what year it is.
Until then, go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Life the life you have imagined!
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