Walking, talking
But not at the same time.
I remember when I could walk
Without knowing I was walking
Walking, talking
But not at the same time.
I remember when I could walk
Without knowing I was walking
Posted March 28, 2025 by Mona Gustafson Affinito in Uncategorized
Tagged with Aging
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I am hoping you are well. Getting older sure ain’t for sissies.
At this age it’s universal — walking is a bit of a hazard which is why the place is filled with walkers. Not there yet. Just careful. Thanks for responding. And, by the way, though there are times when the news drives me toward the exit door, I always decide to stay around (’till 104, as planned.) Much left to do.
Love this! At least 104, please!