I live in a world where all the people around me live in a world of unreality. My 85 year old mother, for example, hardly able to walk on a walker exclaims when overhearing me check if there is disabled access “Who’s disabled?” and then horrified when I tell her it’s her. It is great to hear the reality which is also my reality.
I heard it on TV!
40 is the new 20.
60 is the new 40.
Bull pucky! If you believe that, maybe it’s time to wake up and smell the coffee, and while you’re at it, come to terms with the fact that you might be buying yellow bricks from a bunch of munchkins from Planet Oz.
Illusion is the new truth out there, my friends!
What’s real in my house is the troubling personal reality that 90 minutes has become the new 30 minutes and the end results are starting to suck big time since I’m working with what I have and not so much with what I need, or used to have, or think I ought to have.
I remember working like a son of a gun without ending the day with cascading waves of muscles cramps and insomnia. I remember when a glass of white wine was…
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Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 