I see in tracksy that many of my old friends have come back to check on me, some, more than once. I apologize for the vacant space. I have written a lot on the affects that age has on those of us who qualify as geezers, geezerettes, coots, cootesses, and even once about cooties. I have almost never been so affected by the limitations imposed on me by age and infirmity (both physical and mental) as I have in the past couple of weeks. Moving has been exciting, interesting and unusual, and many times I have had thoughts of things that might interest my blogging friends, but most of all moving has been exhausting, confusing, and enervating.

Patrick mentioned in one comment that his next move would be in a box. I have had moments when I thought that this move would end up with me in a box. I am not sure if I could have coped if Janet and I hadn't spent some time and effort trying to lose weight during the run up to this move. If I were still carting around the thirty plus extra pounds I was carrying three months ago, I don't want to even think about how pooped this coot would be. (I mentioned in a post, (I think!!) that one result of weight loss is that my chest and hips are now smaller than my waist, and that is now one of the disadvantages of weight loss. You can hardly imagine how many times moving into a new house and out of an old one requires reaching up high above one's head, and when one reaches pear shape that often mean that one's pants fall down below the knees. I am using suspenders, have considered rope connecting pants to shoulders, but I still flash anyone in the house every once in awhile. Fortunately most of the viewers have seen it before and are tolerant beyond imagination.

I still have a post I would like to make about the Gaither adventure and its followup, and there are really some important observations about the difficulty in deciding how much of an old life one wants to carry to a new location, and the pain in leaving some of it behind. Jan and I moved about fourteen or fifteen times in the first ten years of our marriage, and the changes were really great adventures. Making a move after thirty plus years in one locations changes the color of that adventure.

As I find energy, and as my mind clears I will try to be more consistent. I also miss commenting on the blogs of others. I have still been reading most of my friends but making a coherent comment has been beyond my capacity.

In fact, I am beyond my capacity right now, and am on my way to bed. (One of the advantages of our current situation is that I have no trouble getting to sleep, though, strangely enough, I find my self arising earlier than I have in years. All those things that I have to get done that I know aren't going to happen. Sigh.