still trying

I think today is March 25, 2024.

It is evening, 8:07 p.m..EDT.

I think I’ll have to lend a ladder to the building staff so that someone can climb it and change the time on the clock above the pool. It’s still on Standard Time. It doesn’t make much difference to us.

I want you to know that I’m still working on The Joy of Aging. My whole messy blog these days is a good example of it.

I am bumbling along and I begin to understand the strange concerns of older people I see in the street or in the stores, but I seldom get into stores these days so it has to be more esoteric places, like the laundry room or the mail room in my building, the place where I live.

But as I bumble I run into other resident bumblers—bright people—as I did today when I attended a birthday party for one of our inmates, and I realized how little we are touched by the world situation.

As happens every day, no matter the circumstances, a random group of us comes to the unanimous conclusion that we are very fortunate to live here. We are safe and secure and healthy; we are fed and we get our exercise and we get our minds stimulated as much or as little as we can tolerate. We can fuss or worry about the world situation and not do a thing about it.

Who could ask for anything more?

Or do anything about it?