Every night I go through a mental
checklist: I prepare the coffee pot for the next morning, take the dog outside,
fill the dog’s feed and water bowls, fix ice water for the bedside, put on my
pj’s, take my meds, brush teeth and use
the Waterpik. It almost never fails that as soon as I lie down, I remember
something I forgot to do.
Lately, I’ve gone to bed at
midnight and awakened at 4 a.m. If I’m lucky, I can read my book for a while,
and go back to sleep until a more appropriate hour. I’m pretty sure that the
early wake up hour is a carryover from the days when Jim slept an average of
four hours at night, which meant that I also slept about four hours a night.
On good days, I get to take a nap.
On busy days, I just force myself to keep on going.
Today has been a busy day. I picked
up my mom and we went to music practice at my brother’s house. I wasn’t sure
Mom would go in the freezing cold weather. During our morning telephone
conversation she said that it seemed like she just spent a lot of time in her
chair and that she just didn’t feel much like going out. Anyway, she felt like
going to music practice.
“I know how you feel. It seems the
less I do, the less I want to go,” I said.
I’m always playing catch-up. I have
so many tasks I need to do, and then there’s the chores I intend to do, and, of
course, there are things I want to do. I want to play my ukulele and sing, so I
look forward to practice and to playing at the retirement/nursing homes. We
worked on some new material today and the challenge was good for us.
These short winter days throw a
kink into my plans. I have trouble driving at night. My eyes have always been
sensitive to light and the new ultra bright headlights give me a headache. Our
club meetings are after dark this time of year. The drive into town for the
last meeting was nerve-wracking, and that was in good weather.
I’m slowing down in my older age.
Everything takes longer and my concentration isn’t what it used to be. I
certainly cannot multitask anymore.
This is the last day of 2023 and one
minute after midnight, we usher in a new year. I don’t plan to set any
earth-shattering goals for 2024. I hope that I allow myself to rest when I’m
weary, look for the good and overlook the bad, cherish the quiet moments, think
happy thoughts, and be kind to others and to myself.
Copyright © Dec 2023 by L.S. Fisher
http://earlyonset.blogspot.com
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