So Much Time Has Passed

And it is mid April and I have celebrated, if that is nothing more than a cliche for the actual event, my eighty eighth birthday and am awaiting my husband's seventy fifth.  My father died, albeit in an auto accident, shortly after his fiftieth birthday.  My mother, half way into her sixty first year,  lay down on the sofa to watch the Army-McCarthy hearings on TV and was found dead there.  Of my six siblings one survives at 94, another at 92, and then there is me.  My trainer at the gym with whom I, as the expression goes, "work out" three times a week, says I am very strong as I perform on the various machines.  A neighbor lady who sometimes stops to give me a peck on the cheek if she spies me in the gym corroborates this estimation of my strength so maybe it is true.  Since I last composed a blog entry at the time of the presidential election I have suffered severe balance issues, as they say, which means in real language that I am incapable of walking for any great distance without a cane and I actually feel as though I were drunk and ready to topple over much of the time.  This is a great drag for someone who used to walk from my apartment at Ninth and Fifty Seventh up to a friend's for dinner at a Wesr End Avenue address somewhat south of 110th Street, and thought nothing of it.  So I have ended up sitting in a chair much of the day reading.  As an old timer I forget what I have read soon after or have a very garbled version to offer to those in my conversation.  As I seem to enjoy excellent health I may be around for some time to come.  I may attempt a daily entry again although perhaps it will be just too inane!