Adrift

So I’ve published a memoir, write (infrequently) on this blog, regularly play pickleball, and see friends at book club, occasional lunches, dinners and town events, especially the evening outdoor summer concerts sponsored by the non-profit I started over 7 years ago. As for painting…I am not doing much, but hope as summer winds down, that I will be inspired,, especially as my studio is the coolest spot in my home.

I feel like I’m waiting… not sure for what, but watching people I love decline, as I feel my own mortality, the reality of what lies ahead weighs on me. I removed the rug in front of my kitchen sink, its been there for over 25 years. Now, I think it’s a fall hazard. I never thought of stuff like that before.

Along with cranky, am I becoming cautious and querulous?