Things have taken a definite shift. Downward? That remains to be seen.
Some friends and I are going to a theater production and decided to meet beforehand for an early dinner. Nothing surprising there. However, in discussing dinner plans, someone said, “Yes, let’s meet early enough to have a leisurely dinner and a glass of wine.” The rest of us responded in variations of my own response, “No wine for me. I would be snoring by intermission.”
When did that happen? Now, admittedly, in my younger years, a “drink” meant a glass of tea or a Coke, which only aided in my ability to stay awake through an event such as this. Is it the wine or is it time, sweet time that has rendered me unable to keep my eyes open through anything that starts after 8 o’clock in the evening? And reading? I love to read in bed, preferring a good book to a movie most any time. Nowadays, I get about three paragraphs in and wake up hours later with the book on my chest and my glasses sliding down my nose.
Since most evenings now include a glass of red wine with or after dinner – heart health, you know – I am not sure if it is the alcohol-induced relaxation that has prevented me from seeing the end of a movie, or a chapter, for the last five years or if I am headed down that road to socks with sandals and coupons for a 4 p.m. dinner at Cracker Barrel.
I am choosing to believe it’s the wine. If you read back in previous posts, you will understand that I am embracing the Law of Attraction, so I sure don’t want to attract more age-related incapacitation. In fact, affirmations, at which I used to scoff, are becoming part of my daily ritual. I just affirm very softly so Scott doesn’t think I believe the woman in the mirror is a visitor.
Now that I think about it, the shift is positive. Time, sweet time has brought about good changes. I am enjoying more, doing less hard labor, spending more time at things I am passionate about, and pretty much loving life. As one of my cousins says, “Life is good – and then it gets better.” I am taking time to read good books and watch good movies. Perhaps I will forego the wine . . . nah, I’ll just go to matinees, and maybe occasionally look for some Cracker Barrel coupons.
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