Mike’s Meandering Mumbles

After walking in the Corniche yesterday morning, which is nowhere near as much fun as doing it in company with Alice, I took the usual bath to prevent these aging bones locking up. A great relaxer of course and giving me a certain amount of time to daydream about our enjoying tea together and our little chats that we enjoy so much.

I cannot forget the light she brought into my life and this only makes me miss her more. But next Wednesday evening she flies back, and how pleased I will be.

Never mind, I do have certain little things to cheer me while she is getting things sorted out in the Phils. We need it very stable there as next year we could be retired and the additional income from the farm will be a great help.

But that reminds me I had to rush from the bath, once I had tracked down  my note to myself; another sign of old age. And is that so bad? I remember why I had to move fast and get to the restaurant for the excitement of a Friday lunch out without my wife, and in the perfect place it would seem.

Naturally I would wear my special hat that protects from unwanted intrusions into my brain as I move through my own special world. I really do not want reality to intrude too strongly, the interest in life would be much diminished if my own wonderland was not always before me. How pleasant it is to decide to look on the brighter side of life and avoid allowing the more depressing things that happen to get too deeply into one’s thoughts. Then one can then allow the mind to spread in all directions that are full of interesting things and avoid the horrid. And I must always remember that . . .