To be moving heavy furniture, big items, and boxes of books by myself, unless I love living on the sofa with muscle relaxants, pain killers, and a heating pad for a couple of days.
To be staying up until all hours of the morning and still get up at a decent hour to go to work.
To not take my health seriously, considering I don't bounce back as well as I did when I was 24. Or even 35.
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However, I'm not too old to:
Fall in love again. Heck, even lust would be welcome. Alright, how about a one-night stand?
Do something creative, like, take the roleplaying material sitting on my computer and generate two romance novels out of it. Then interview my Dad for the factual book about his old neighborhood and his band of friends, Murder Inc.'s presence there, and growing up with Danny Kaye and Van Cliburn, etc. It would give the ole' retired guy something to do.
Figure out how to have a good relationship with my Mother or simply accept the fact that her distance for the last 40 years has created an unbridgeable gap that two stubborn, independent people will never close.
And a bunch of other things too numerous to list.
For those keeping track, nothing's changed much in the loft, save that I am actually fully moved up into the sleeping loft. No more futon bed in the living room for me! A second coat of Dried Chervil green paint needs to go up on the major wall and I need to put up some shelves, get a couple of end tables, maybe a bookcase, too, and it'll be a bit more homey. Some art on the wall or I can wash and suspend my antiqued quilt. I say antiqued because it's not really one, but it's taken on all the characteristics of a good, aged quilt.
Wisteria abounds here, especially all along the dark redwood pergola fence surrounding the outdoor pool at UC Berkeley, which I have to pass every day. The star and pink jasmines are releasing their heady fragrance, in light of the abundantly warm weather.
Oh... and I think the cats have fleas, which means I also need to check for worms... damn California insects! Yuck.
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Amen, Marsha dear.
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