Thankfully, life goes on, and I am doing OK.
Everything changes, but now, it is going too quickly. I can't keep up. I have come to the point where I think, "why learn", it will be different tomorrow. I used to be excited about the next big thing, what was new, and the joy of mastering a new skill. There used to be time to learn and to take things in. There was satisfaction in mastering a new concept, and thinking that knowledge would take me to the next step. Now there is no time, and I don't climb steps as easily now. More than ten stairs leaves me breathless.
I was thinking of a tea kettle today. For most of my life, there was always a kettle on the stove. The sound of that whistle brings me back to my beginnings. All things started with that - the tea, the dinner, the sitting down together to talk, to laugh and to cry. I have not had a kettle since we moved into this house 13 years ago. I boil the water for my Earl Grey in the microwave, and now that we are only two, less boiled water is needed. We eat out a lot; I like to cook, but The Retired Man does not like the fuss (or my mess). I hate that big contraption called the Keurig that is taking space up in my kitchen. I don't drink coffee and the tea pod does not make my drink of choice, my choice. I could have hot chocolate, but I rather make it in a pot with real chocolate and not something compressed. I miss the whistle of my kettle, I miss simplicity, I miss, I miss...I am going to buy a kettle this week - if they still sell them. I need to have something simple and real. I want to hear the whistle again. It is a sound that will give me joy, at least for the first few seconds.
