It aint goin so hot (except the weather)

For those few people who might still log in, I am going to try to repent and post things.  I have so many things I want to say about the past, but now I’ll talk about the present.

I am a little worried about loss of my cognitive powers.  I sit at the computer and, except for reading Facebook and my favorite blogs, (and a lot of them have given up on it dang it)  I really have trouble focusing on what I am doing.  As I type, my fingers slip off the pilot keys and I end up with whole lines of stiff tjat ,els mp semcs at a;;/  then I  have to delete and retype and by the time I get there I can’t remember what I was writing about

I guess when I started this thing I said that I would write about what it feels like to be three score and ten or more years old.   I celebrated my seventy sixth birthday last weekend, and had a good time.  I made a low country boil with about a pound of giant shrimp per person so we ate, refrigerated and ate again.

I worked really hard to get my studio into a working shape again, and have spent time out there. (I will try, when I get the exterior trimmed a bit to post pictures.)  When we moved, I thought it would take about six months to get the studio into operation and it took three years.  Part of that came from the fact that I personally cannot safely work from a ladder any more, and can’t anything above my head, so I have had to depend on others.

I bought this house partly because of the pool, and I have loved it part of the time, but it is a fickle mistress and doesn’t love me back.  I have to work like heck, or hire someone to work like heck to keep the algae down.

Anyway the more years you get past three score and ten, the harder things get.  I have a draft of a useful, or at least I think it is funny, post almost done that won’t whine a bit.  I just home that I am still writing in English when I get to it.