Hanging On

January 20, 2016.  Aging presents itself whether courted or not, a presence to be accepted.  Each year it seems doctors take a greater pinch out of the budget and out of my patience.  I understand I have a choice in my response, but sometimes I slip into anger at a bill for a test I never wanted to need and never dreamed would cost that much!  The morning after anger, I reconnect to my models of serenity on the brink – stragglers on the oak at Gary’s rental property in New Braunfels (his parents’ home before they quit hanging on).  Today I choose to flutter in peace with what is, thus with what no longer is.

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