INTRODUCTION
About the time of my 82nd birthday, a few months ago, I noticed the obituaries were including an increasing number around my age, more and less, and I wondered if I might be standing a bit too adjacent to the target, finishing post, or the buffers. This got me thinking in varicose directions.
If I’ve got my sights on a century, a ton, am I being realistic? Am I being optimistic, or just plain greedy?
The fact is-I like it here. I like the life I’m leading. I can cope with some more. I’m not in anyone’s way, not inconveniencing anyone. I’m still very clean- don’t smell.
I do speculate over what comes next.
What do I take with me. What do I leave behind; neither of those are as daft as you might think- when you do think about such.
What follows is the result, which might be of use to you, or an irritant, or a mere distraction. Make of it what you will.
