Golden is the age in which nothing’s gonna freeze, if I don’t end my requests with that magic word “Please,” or if I’m the subject of focus and I don’t mouth the word, “Cheese” or I offer a handshake that’ll shake and then squeeze. ---- I no longer look at living like it’s just a piece of cake, it still makes a lot of difference which steps I’m gonna take, there’s much stuff to do and more things to make, but just give me a moment, it‘s time to take a break.. ---- I won’t hustle and stumble and try to tie up loose flopping ends, until I’ve decided what message that sends, I think the whole lot of it really, sincerely depends, am I among strangers or are all these my friends. ---- Well, thank you for listening, thank you a lot, I can‘t listen like you do without saying what, but it’s important to me believe it or not, to have you help me remember what my forgetter forgot!
Yes, golden is the age where there’s aid for my ills, I can take smaller steps and a gallon of pills, I can look for my glasses while wiping up spills, and use a walking stick to challenge life’s hills. ---- I once gave some moneys to a slick talking man, to fund some kind of a smart retirement plan. What part was the smart is what I don‘t understand, the balance could easily be sealed in a can.---- But golden is the age when the twinkle in the eyes, the shadows under shade trees and the stars up in the skies, will confirm that it holds a secret which is simply no surprise, that golden is the age where most of our world’s wisdom lies!
Meanwhile I’ll keep coaxing my treadmill powered scooter uphill!

Homespun and still spinning!
You really want to know how to release the tension when you feel like you’ve been traveling on an inclining mountain trail where you continually kept winding up and winding up until you’ve reached the very limit?
The best solution: Allow yourself to run down slowly!

Things I’d Like To Try, Thing Four.
I’d really like to try downsizing stuff by trading up! The old “Trade, starting with a shoestring” principle. If you bloggers are game too, let’s establish some rules and see how successful we can be. To downsize, the piece of merchandise you offer for trade has to be in your downsize category. Once negotiations have been completed, the owner of the merchandise offered for trade commits to get rid of that piece of merchandise either by selling it, donating it somewhere or tossing it into the trash. I’ll try to keep progress untangled in my blog. This is a sample of how it might work. I have a shoestring, let’s pretend azron offers a handkerchief for trade. I accept his offer so I have to dispose of the shoestring. Continue pretending, N.lynne offers to trade an old belt for ron’s handkerchief. Now ron has to get rid of his handkerchief and n.lynne’s belt is on the block, and so on. Think it will work? Here goes! I have a pair of shoestrings light tan, made for SAS shoes.

My computer (I’ll call her Jill) came Styrofoamd into a box which framed the shape she’s in. We tried to give her freedom to think past these confines by discarding the box and placing her on a roomy desktop. We hurriedly put all the loose ends together in all the tight spots and with trembling anticipation flipped her switch! All the dumb thing did was run in place and count from 0 to 1. It soon became evident that Jill came programmed with zero creativity Icons, someone would need to punch that in.
Jill did have an uncanny attitude about selective memory. If she ate something off the desktop and was all keyed up to save it, she would stuff it into a closet somewhere. Jill would never forget that she had eaten it but she couldn’t begin to remember where she put it Why, even a squirrel can do better than that!
It’s only fair that we talk a bit more about Jill’s abill to count. She’ll tell you she can interpret almost all languages which is true but, when no one’s around, she thinks only in Binary. I understand that this allows her to count upwards into the kerzabatrillions in just a few na, na, na, na, na na seconds. Jill might be the sharpest gal in the tower but she’s a bit clumsy in the headlights of the monitor.
Meanwhile, I’ll keep coaxing my treadmill powered scooter uphill!

So, there we did it, boasting about our ability to make direct contact with the future in yesterday’s blog perhaps did not measure up to be the strongest spurt coming out of the sprinkle head! Now there’s rumor that we might be asked to let a bid to engineer The World Highway, a smooth scoot directly into the future!
Describing the steps to access The World Highway was already taken care of yesterday and there would be no exits or parking to deal with. At future’s entry gate, we may want to plant a robot that will collect the exact change for a roaming charge. But the greatest puzzlement for me is what message shall we put on the Marquee that will tickle one’s anticipation? Can you help me?
Meanwhile, I’ll keep coaxing my treadmill powered scooter uphill!