You would think that a person eighty five years old would have long ago accommodated to the long nights and short days of winter. Not so, at least not in my case. This time of year brings on a semi – depressed state of mind that seems to influence my every thought. Today, for instance, I awakened at six, got up, took my Parkinson’s pills and promptly went back to bed. Well, it was cold and I fell victim to the lure of a still warm bed. This is not all that unusual for me and I usually get out of bed quickly and either turn on the TV or check my E-mail. This morning it was different. It was cold and dreary outside and I stayed in bed until my next pills were scheduled. I got up, took my pills and, after checking the TV and computer again to see if there was a compelling reason to get up, I went back to bed and slept until ten. I got up, took my pills and, now determined to not go back to bed, started to review what I had posted to my Blog the night before. I soon found myself responding to some E-mail messages and I spent some time on this endeavor. Well, by now you have correctly surmised that I am mentally adrift and not doing anything of any importance to me, or to any one else for matter. I have spent the entire day dancing variations of this jig. It is now six thirty and I need to take my six o’clock pills. —- Done, but I’ll have to wait a little bit before I can eat some of the Chris-n-Pitts barbecued ribs David just brought in. I’m not supposed to eat fats and protein at the time when I take my Parkinson’s pills. —— I waited for twenty minutes and then I ate four ribs. I checked the TV, got somewhat interested in a program on CNN. I switched to PBS and watched a science program, part of which was about 3D printing and the future of spinoffs from this technology. I wonder if there will be any need for machinists in the future? Well, I will wager there will never be a source for old streetcar parts other than the museum shop. I do wonder if there will be any streetcars outside of museums. It is a little after eight and that makes it time to change my two medicine patches. That’s right, I’m taking two of my medicines through my skin now. Very modern, for me at least. My only real problem is finding skin without hair.
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I am 87 years old and married for 65 years. My wife passed away in 2016. I am a retired engineer and spent 35 years developing INS gyroscopes. I was a High School mentor in physics, a mountaineer, a model builder, a machinist and I have a degree in Physics. My interests include railroad history and photography, science history, cosmology, interesting people, and old engineering drawings. I place a high value on my friendships. I enjoyed my life and I am trying to look forward with a sense of anticipation and curiosity. View more posts