Old and disposable…

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Yes, some things get old and all you can do is throw them away!  Makes me think about being disposable myself.  My printer bit the dust after 10 years of service…mmmm.. in dog years that makes it 70 yrs. old, same as I.

These days you don’t even have to leave the house; just get online and look for printers.  Found one that was $69…great!  Hope it lasts 10 yrs. but don’t hold  your breath.

It took me quite a while to install it.  I didn’t go to bed until midnight!  So…I guess that was about a 3 hr. job…compounded by the software repeating all the steps several times.  Finally I just turned off the computer, rebooted it, and everything worked fine.  So happy to have it.  I use it all the time.

Next time something breaks, make sure you check it out on google.com first.  If it can be fixed, you’ll find the solution there.  If not, just chuck it!  

Today is busy.  Have to play “high stakes Bingo”  jackpot $50.00.  Then bowling on wifi…last week I made three 200 scores!  Wow!  Second highest score at the Isles!  Wish me blessings!

God Bless.

Fragile as Clay Pots!!

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Fragile as Clay Pots!!

We are fragile as clay pots! Being 70 isn’t easy. Frank is in heart failure, I have bouts with gout, and both of us have high blood pressure along with high sugar. This means we spend half our time running to doctor appointments and then try to fit in times for games. Today, I attempted to play mah-jongg with some friends, but found out there was a special program in the room where we play. We moved on to another room, but then had to move because there was exercise class in there at 11 am. Got in two games, but no one won. It was distracting to have to move. Frank and I both spent an hour in an appointment this week and have to go back again in two weeks. Word to the wise: get in shape in your sixties so you can endure all the failings that happen with your body in your seventies…haha. Never thought I’d get gout, but I suppose it is inherited from my father. I inherited type II Diabetes from mother. Someone in the family predisposed us all to spinal stenosis…a real bear! Can hardly stand for longer than 10 minutes…too much pain.
another medical issue evolves around FOOD…why do you think God lets us fall apart when we eat certain foods…It’s the pits having to delete foods from the diet that cause high sugar and others that cause gout!! I could write a book!! Did you know that gout can be caused by eating too much purine that is found in certain foods? for some reason the body doesn’t process the way it should…shell fish, oily fish, spinach, oatmeal, asparagus, cauliflower, mushrooms, and beans of all kinds can set off an attack…and that is not all…there are many meats, especially organ meats, that also are bad. the biggy is BEER…which I do not drink anyway! Then add all the foods that have starch/sugars to my list and that leaves me with very little choice.
It’s the pits being seventy. Growing old is supposed to be a blessing from God, but I guestion that statement. If we could just grow old and not have all the aches and pains and restrictions on everything we eat, then old age could be nice…but it isn’t. Things that I loved to do are not possible anymore. The old bode wants rest.
Good luck with your own “clay pot.” Take care of it or it will break.
God Bless.

The Gift of Life

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Life is a fleeting gift like a bouquet of roses, sweet smelling, blooming with vibrancy for a short time, yet gone with the wink of an eye.  I learned this life-lesson at the age of fourteen after having a near-death experience with asthma.  I saw life pass me by again at the age of twenty-two when my young husband died of melanoma.  Many never learn the fragility of life.  It pierced me again when I gave up a little boy for adoption and again when my daughter had her first diagnosis of melanoma.  Life rolled over me when my young nephew died of an overdose, leaving behind a two-year old.  Emptiness and despair cradled me after two divorces…the death of relationships and love, the waste of years and tears.  Most see the gift disappear when the reality of losing a parent strikes.  That precious gift gets unwrapped and enjoyed for such a short time.  Friends go on to their heavenly rewards.  Your first high school romance leaves the earth behind.  Homes are dismantled and packed up. Precious relics of the past are sold or given away.  Memories become your best friends. You buy your last car.  You make your will. You wonder where the time went.  Life slows to a card game or a movie on TV.  When it’s bedtime, you recall your childhood prayer, “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep; if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.”

At seventy, life has been played. I have my eyes on things above.  Eternity is the gift that Christ has given me.  It will never die or wilt away.  Joy will be forevermore.  My family and friends I’ll see once more, and I’ll stroll the streets of gold with saints of old.

Make sure you have used your gift wisely and lovingly, but the best is yet to come.  I pray you are ready and sure your name is in the book of life.

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Is Life Over at 70?

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All of a sudden, or so it seems, I am now old. I’m sure there are still great things to accomplish.  I don’t think “life” is over at 70.  In fact, there are plenty of people who have achieved greatness after 70.

Ben Franklin helped draft the  Declaration of Independence after 70.

Jessica Tandy earned an oscar for Driving Miss Daisy when she was 80.

Vanderbilt began buying railroads after 70.  

Justice Sirica heard the Watergate case after 70.

Piccasso was still producing drawings and engravings at 90.

Noah was asked to build the ark when he was 500 yrs. old and it didn’t rain until he was 600 yrs. old.  He died at 950 yrs. old.

American composer Elliot Carter wrote his first opera at 90 and produced 40 works between then and when he became 100 yrs. old.

I am going to aim for at least two novels in the next year.  I have been writing them for years.

Wouldn’t it be great to achieve greatness at 71?