A different kind of autumn

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Cherish quilt top finished six years ago this month. A gift for my youngest and her husband, but where have those six years GONE????

Very little tea. Or hand sewing. And no dairy, red meat, and Advil. But LOTS of grace contemplation. And chickens. And twilight of my life musings....

October has brought a lot to my mind, as well as the last couple of weeks leading up to said start of autumn. We received over an inch of blessed rain and perhaps the end to the fire season, WHEW. Daylight is truly becoming less of feature, but then it is OCTOBER! Where has this year gone?

Not to be overly maudlin, but I can't help notice how I'm not as young as I used to be, lol. Recent health scares not pushed aside, although I don't want to dwell on them, dietary restrictions can't be ignored, and suddenly I find myself peering over the fence at who I used to be, maybe a year ago. Part of it is certainly the traumatic upheaval in my government; I never thought such peril could happen in America, but it is, and I'm trying to navigate that malfeasance as best I can. My remaining musings are those most people my age, give or take a decade, cannot avoid no matter how many supplements, plastic surgeries, hospital stays, or medical procedures we endure. Life ends as surely as taxes are collected, no getting around it in any shape or form.

All this came to me late yesterday morning as I drove into town, noting the gorgeous clouds, wisps of blue sky, light altered from high summer. The high summer of my life probably ended a dozen years ago, but I didn't realize it then, which is FINE. Better to face such truths with humility and wisdom, which I think I've garnered, haha! Yet I miss drinking milky black tea, oh my goodness! Decaf tea, black tea; both are absent in a dairy-tinted state and probably won't return. Heck, at this point I'd love to imbibe in tea whenever I want, but I'm still avoiding tannins, and that might be the case for another month or so. I feel good, so anemia isn't too disturbing, but health scares are scary for a reason, even if one knows a better place awaits somewhere down the road.

I never asked my older relatives what it was like getting older. Mom died at the age of sixty-seven and went so fast I barely had time to tell her I loved her. Dad's passing was.... It was the kind that makes you wonder how did he manage to live as long as he did, and how grateful I was for the time he got, but still I didn't press queries that might have enlightened me about my own aging journey. He did tell me long before he passed that time was speeding far too quickly, also warned me to take care of my teeth, hehehe. Yet he's been gone for ten years, Mom for seven, and that makes me, as the eldest, the next generation to, uh, yeah. Life ends. Corporeal life, but life nonetheless. I have faith in Christ and believe I'll continue on in some fashion, but without any real sense of what that manner is, all I can note is I need to do on this planet all I am called to do, then let the rest hover in better hands.

And with that stated, it's time to feed the chickens! More soon....

Chickens were fine, flying off their uppermost roost perch with some aplomb, lol. I'm not too old to raise chickens (nearly) ahem, but certainly I don't want more chicks. Unless we end up with a broody hen and maybe next spring we'll gift her with half a dozen sex-linked chickies, um.... That is DEFINITELY a Future Me issue, and she's nowhere to be seen. Just myself, Present Me, who is presently coming to terms with my eldest daughter finding on the microwave the Add Minute button that previously I hadn't noticed. Or her plowing into with all gears that AI thing, hmmm. Better her than me, I said as she built me some dietary restricted menus in the proverbial blink of a freakin' eye through AI. Or how she groused that both of her parents' hearing is cruddy, and I pointedly told her, "Just you wait!"

LOL! Because time waits for not one single person. Time marches right on ahead, dragging us with it occasionally or patiently allowing us a few extra minutes to get our acts together. That's what I'm doing right now, getting my old lady act together. DUDE!!

Okay, with that said, time to ruminate on what that means: Getting my old lady act together. Huh. Well, best I get on that. Have a lovely Thursday!

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