I just read Eugene Robinson of the Washington Post begin something with "I'm old enough to remember." Yuppers, Gene. Me, too. The past few years of dealing with the vitriol and Venom of US poilitics has further aged me. There is no time, a voice tells me, to right the ship, again.
M's friend, Adelaide, died before she could see the end of a corrupt regime, though one nothing like the one we live through, now.
I'm tired and looking from 7 days at a third cardiac procedure ... exhausted from the arrhjythmias, themselves, and beat up by the so-called procedures.
I AM not alone. Was at meeting a few weeks back ... fallen giants ... grappling with 75 and 80 and 94 years of age. One couldn't find her remote control for an audio-video feed though she led a generation of women toward thinking constructively about themselves. People having difficulty staying on topic.
"I'm old enough to both remember and forget."
Think I need to come back here to contemplate the unraveling of this life, my cosmic navel.