Trying to get used to age

 

Picture of the day:

MY Granny and Grandpa DArnell. This was taken in the 1930s.  They both died in the 1940s. DAddy said when they were picking cotton and ran across a wasp nest, they called his dad and he put his hand under his arm in the sweat, then  reached and pulled the wasp nest and stomped it with his bare feet.  His sweat shoo-ed the wasps.

this is Grandpa and Grandma about 1903, that is my dad on GRandpa's knee.

Today’s stuff:

I have been thinking more and more about the

 end for me. I remember 

when I KNEW I would live to be 105 to 120

 years. LOL Now? Not so

much. I have accepted something. I think I

 kinda thought that this last

episode for me (concerning the growth), not

 caring, if this was my end

thing.

That is not a sad thing methinks, just reality. I am not depressed. But for the first time in my life I can remember laying in bed all day. I have never been a ‘napper’, seemed a waste of time to me. LOL

For the past few months. I have been working 10-12 hour days and not being worn out or tired. All of a sudden, I am light headed and two hours of WORK, (like today I cleaned and painted most of a storage building on the back side of our property, ) I am shot and went directly to bed. After a bowl of fish chowder.

Sorry if this sounds like a sad sack. I still have not learned what my ‘removed growth’ was. I get the stitches taken out in a few days, the Dr. said he may have the results by then.

I am just curious, I really don’t care what it was.

Night to all of you, And thanks for your support prayers and positive thoughts.

Nite Shipslog

PS:  I forgot how to use this blogger format..  That age/mentality thing...  This is a mess....