I’m somewhat old as compared to somewhat young.  The aches and pains of my body show up a lot more these days, often interrupting my plans for the near future.

Oh well.

I signed up for a good, long life … far longer than my dear life Jody, who died at 54.  “So suck it up, Bruce.  There’s a lot of living still to do.  When you have a physical problem, find resources to help … and then get on with the journey.”

Okay, I’ll do that.

I woke up this morning with little hearing in my right ear.  Hours later, it’s the same for my left one, and I’m dizzy.  I have a lunch date with a friend and an evening open mic session where I plan to sing a Bob Dylan song.  These moments may or may not happen.

So … what shall I do now?  Well, first of all write this blog post.  It’s not taking much energy and it makes me happy.

And I can continue sitting on Izy Coffee’s gorgeous black couch and watch people.  Inside the shop and out on the street.  “I wonder what your life is like” (again and again).  “I wish you well” (again and again).

I’d also lie on my bed for awhile if it wasn’t so darned hot in the apartment.  So here I sit.

It’s a good life

And it will continue to be so