life becomes more precious. Of course none of us know what each day will bring. No matter our age this could be our last day on earth.
I tend to become more nostalgic as the years pass. One thing I have accomplished over the years is developing a selective memory. A selective memory is a good thing. We can remember the things we want and block out the not so good stuff. For instance, I can remember the first day I met Jim, the exact happenings on the days my children were born. What the weather was like, what I wore to the hospital, etc. I do not choose to remember unpleasant things, those are in a tiny corner of my brain marked ‘Don’t go there.’ This is called survival. I choose to survive. I love seeing each new day even though I know that I have something going to happen that day that I don’t want to face.
I have had the question posed to me about the c-pap. I will not go into it here on my blog but those of you who have been my friends for a long time know the many things I am coping with health wise on a daily basis. And that is enough said about that. I just put that memory in the part of my brain marked ‘Don’t go there.’
I have let myself run out of bread. One loaf does me for about 3 weeks until I finally give up and throw the last half of the loaf in the garbage. I wanted toast last night and there was no bread. Now I know that one of you, probably Auntie, will tell me to keep the bread in the freezer and take out a piece as I need it. My freezer is full. I do keep the bread in the fridge otherwise it wouldn’t last as long as it does. What I am trying to say is I have to close this so that I can make a store hop for a loaf of bread and some bananas.
I hope you all have a good day. Work on your selective memory. Stay safe and be happy.