And one day you wake up, do the math and realize you’ve gotten old. You want to rage against the injustice, but your back hurts too much so you settle for a cup of tea and reading the daily news.
Soon a cat appears on your lap and blocks your view of the screen. From the kitchen comes a request to help and “Can’t, cat’s sitting on my lap” is an acceptable reason not to join the domesticity.
Out the back window the sky is turning pink as the sun begins its feeble attempt to warm the cold January day. The cat hears pop of a can of food being opened and is off as quickly and mysteriously as she arrived.
My hands plunge into the warm dishwater and I look out into the grey sky of the east. East to west – the daily path of the sun from bright glory into fading darkness.
I’d like to think I have endless pink sunrises to view.
I’d like to think that the hammer in my hand will always have the power to drive a nail home.
I’d like to think …
Time moves against my will.
and life gets stripped to the basics.
A simple breakfast.
A gardening show on TV
and a cat telling you it’s time for bed.
And on my birthday my feelings swing between happy to be alive and …
Macaroni and cheese with tomatoes on top become a welcomed special birthday dinner while the night’s rain holds the promise of spring
and new life.