Sunday, May 4, 2014

Keeping Time

I am realizing that I am older, and more feeble of mind.  I am having to write and journal all the things I have to do and that are done.  I have to keep calendar.  I can no longer remember hair appointments and planned activities.  I find myself confusing days and mixing up times.  'Oh that was today'.  Those words pass my lips so easily these days.  A calendar for my purse must match up with the one on the fridge.  Appointment cards are for the young.  I did through the bottomless purse to find my lifeline.  Then I must go home and coordinate again.  


I never knew much about my Grandfather's job.  I knew he was a police officer.  A Sergeant on the Chicago Police Force.  When he came ho...