29. Death can wait another day.
I used to think I wouldn’t live past forty. Live fast; burn out. It doesn’t work like that. I guess I thought that life wasn’t worth living past forty. What was the point? I wouldn’t want to go on. But I tell you, life is always worth living. You never reach a point where you want it over (at least I haven’t yet).
I’ve done more since I turned sixty than I did in the whole rest of my life before that.
Here I am at seventy-five. No sign of death. My blood pressure’s a bit up. My cholesterol level was raised. I developed type 2 diabetes. But, I changed my diet and lost twenty pounds. I take a few pills and hey presto everything is good.
My right hip aches sometimes but we walked five miles yesterday. No pain. I’m not in bad shape.
My eye-sight is OK. I have to wear glasses. One cataract op and another looming for next Wednesday. Can’t say I’m looking forward to that op, I don’t like the thought of someone rummaging around inside my eye, but if it keeps my eyesight functioning I’m OK with that.
I still enjoy driving and am happy to drive long distances. I want to drive around Europe!
I’m still writing about music.
Death can wait another day. I’ve got plans.
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