My mind is as sharp as it ever was, it's only my back, my knees, my shoulders, my heart, and my lungs that have functionally declined over the years. It suppose it could be worse, a lot of people my age are dead.
Living in the Freehold has certainly gotten more problematic, but we are getting by with a little help from our friends, as well as our daughter and some hired hands. I have seen worse winters, but of course this one ain't over yet. We haven't gotten nearly as much snow locally as some nearby communities, and last night was the first time the temperature dropped below zero.
Most of our memorabilia is packed away in storage. We don't have a lot of energy or spare time to dig it out and reminisce over it. After my mother died, my sister found a whole bunch of stuff that she had kept from our childhood days. I would have pitched it, but my sister pointed out that we should save it because it meant something to our mother. I suppose she was right, but now our daughter will have that much more stuff to dispose of after we both are gone.
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