Silence must be comprehended as not solely the absence of sound. It is the natural environment for serenity and contemplation. Life without silence is life without privacy. The difference between sanity and madness is the quality of our thoughts. Silence is on the side of sanity.
Good morning everyone, and a happy Monday to all. I wasn't around much last week. Thanks Marsha and Aine for your concern. The weather here in the city has been so hot and humid, and I ended up suffering from a full-fledge pain flare. My hands and arms hurt so badly that I couldn't even type. Thankfully, I am feeling better now. Still some soreness, but nothing I can't deal with. Finally found the Tylenol Arthritis, and it seems to be helping. Motrin and Advil raise the BP.
Time is passing so quickly. I can't believe that fall will be here in a few short weeks. And school starts on the 8th. I've so much to do this week. I've purchased all my pens, notebooks, and folders and downloaded the books I need onto my Kindle, but I still need to find a nice bag to carry everything in. For those who don't know, I'm going back to school this year. The state has a special program for us senior citizens who want to further our education. This time around I will be focusing on health and nutrition. Have quite a busy schedule in store for me starting at orientation on the 8th.
I also plan on visiting my old workplace at some point this month. I found an express bus that will drop me off two blocks away so I won't have to mess with the subway. It's not bad price wise either. Since I am going at off peak hours, I will only have to pay half price with my senior citizen card. That'll be only $3.25. Not bad. And when I get back to Brooklyn I can transfer to my regular bus home for free.
So, I also want to get myself something new to wear as well as a color, which I will do myself, and a cut at the salon. They haven't seen me in over two years. I've lost 40 pounds of fat and lines of stress from my face. I want to look good when I go.
Speaking of looking good, I got off my bus and was walking over to catch my transfer the other day, and I heard one of the construction workers whistling. 'Not at me,' I thought. 'I am much too old for that.' Then I looked and sure enough, he was looking right at me. At first I was feeling a little annoyed; after all, I am 68 years old and a great grandma. But then, I started to feel good about it. It's been a long time since someone paid attention to me crossing the street...aside from the car blowing its horn for me to hurry it up.
Went to my favorite park on Friday and spent five hours there enjoying the peace and quiet. So much serenity. And then I think about how just a little over 300 years ago this land was part of Indian territory until my ancestor purchased it. Seems like such a short time ago. (Sigh)