Old Age So Far

November has been perfect so far. Warm outside weather—even the cool weather is warm as long as the sun shines. I’m easing into old age with great aplomb. No complaints, no regrets, no nightmarish reminiscences, no wish-I-hads. Shane’s like me in this respect. We don’t lament the passing of time like humans do; we just make note of the breezes, the storms, the springing up of flowers in the spring and falling of leaves in the fall. And, it just is.

I tried to walk the entire way around the block today, but someone in the distance was hammering. It sounded like anger, like gunshots; it just ruined my equilibrium. So, we turned around and came home.

And so here I sit. I note the leaves rushing down the street and wonder if they know why they hurry or even know where they’ll end up.

Overnight, everything looks like autumn—the clouds are thin, the leaves suddenly yellow and red, the air clear and dry. Oh, and the ice-cream truck comes no more down the block playing that silly little tune. Ish is still imprisoned in the backyard, the people still yell at one another, the cars still speed by.

Somehow, though, it’s just a lot more peaceful.

Best wishes, Juno