maybe, in my old age...

i am secretly vain. obsessed with how i am aging, and when and if i will tire easily from walking up stairs and have trouble getting out of bed. i have been reminded, "there are only so many summers left". not once did i ever imagine i would be this old. and i never ever thought about the realities of life i would be experiencing now. lifes constant is change...just glad everyone is aging at my same rate, and you know its bad when that miracle lift thing that is advertised on tv, looks intriguing. maybe one day i will get the courage to mess with my face. 

maybe not. 

so i have these dogs...

who im kinda obsessed with. 

my grey ghosts...they photograph really well. 

and match my furniture. 

what more could you ask for?

so much to talk about...

but i am quiet for some reason. i am tired. exhausted might be a better word. am misunderstood. and no one really knows who i am. funny, how that is. when i think i am an open book. maybe im not that after all. maybe im this really big enigma. but in the meantime...i will continue on my quest to not being a mystery. maybe i am just brain damaged. or impaired now. handicapped might be a better word. but until i get figured out, a few milestones have taken place...