We are getting our 3rd new toilet this afternoon. Which leaves one still not replaced, but it tells me it’s doing fine and I can’t help thinking, well, okay, I’m older too, but I’m still managing. Although, come to think of it, while you can hear running and/or dripping water, can you so easily detect a leak of brain cells. I’m not going to write anymore about this.

Yesterday, I went to the graveside services for a lady who sat at the same table with Kathryn at the Nursing Home. One day she showed me a picture of a grandchild and on the other side of her wallet was her Driver’s License with her birthday in bold numbers. She was five years younger than I. She had diabetes and didn’t want to go on dialysis, but once she did, she said she had to admit she was feeling better. Then one morning she couldn’t be awoken and died four days later.

Maybe thinking about her was why I missed a turn on the little roads that led from the out-of-the way cemetery. Navigating by the compass in the car, I finally realized I had gone WAY too far east and needed to head north. Roads are few and far between, so I bit the bullet and took a dirt/gravel road, sending dust flying behind me. When I finally got home, I noticed the trunk of the car and it appeared there was a big monster-like handprint on it. I don’t even want to know.

Later that evening I went for a walk and, as usual, wound up where I started. It seems that happens a lot with my thoughts as well.