When you’re 90 years old, what do you suppose will matter most to you?
Breathing, sleeping, mobility.
What’s the best way to spend a rainy afternoon?
Curled up on the sofa warm and dry with a good book and a cup of tea.
What is one thing you don’t understand about yourself?
Why I get so depressed from time to time. I don’t have a reactive depression in the sense that its not necessarily that specific situations depress me, but more that occasionally I feel an internal drop in emotional temperature and feel completely dismal for a while regardless of external circumstances, often for no discernible reason whatsoever. It really sucks… 😦
When was the last time you tried something to look cool (hip), but it ended in utter embarrassment? Details?
Um, visiting friends of relatives on holiday in Canada forty years ago as a teenager, and being invited to a pool party with a few other teenagers, including boys. I was trying to look cool swimming laps and smoothly turned over from breast stroke to back stroke mid-lap, aware of being looked at as I was lying back looking up at the blue sky. But as I suddenly glanced down I noticed to my horror that one boob had actually come entirely out of my low-cut swim-suit, flashing my buxom flesh to the entire pool – no wonder everyone was grinning at me! Anyway, I nonchalantly turned back over onto my belly, tucked myself back in carried on as if nothing had happened. Not really so cool after all… 🙂
I’m so thankful…
… that my 83 year old dad came for a wee short walk outside with me and my husband the other evening after dinner. Having had four strokes and walking only precariously with two sticks, as well as having dementia to hamper his mobility (sometimes he momentarily forgets how to walk), this was a big deal – it’s the furthest dad’s been in about two years! ❤