Seems as I get older that life is getting more complicated, maybe it's just me. The first phone I remember, in the 1950s, we picked up and an operator would say, "Your number please," and we would tell her. Then she would connect our line to who we were calling, seemed to work okay when I was a kid. Now I fill our seven pages of forms, pay a small fortune for a phone and it takes me a day or two to load all of my, I can't live without apps.
Seems to me that most of my life I made it through each day without checking the weather every few minutes or checking the GPS as I travel to a place I have been a dozen times. No more.
I also need to rest most of the day after mowing the yard. When I bend over to pull a weed in the garden I stay there and look around for something else to do while I am down there. Once I get back up, I might not want to go back down again - that's a lot of work.
We are getting ready to paint the house, that might be interesting. If we get started this week we might be finished, oh - around Holloween.
Well, life goes on, hard to believe that I have been retired for more than three years and 70 years on this earth is only a few away.
The garden is growing, needs a bit of weeding, but looking good.
