I hit my maximum input tonight. I'm not sure how it happens and I'm not sure why I won't let myself go to bed with a book when it does happen; what is the shame in admitting you have reached your full capacity for stimulation? In today's situation most of the stimulation has been good. I saw a friend and caught up with her on the street and the majority of our news was fun and exciting. I saw another friend and laughed with them. I went to the rookery where it was so peaceful I found it boring. And I did bookend shifts at the box office for the Film Festival.
And I'm very tired and have hit the wall. Maybe its working with the public. Maybe its not timing myself properly, maybe it is tripping on 70. I laugh so hard when I think of how worried I was when my mother turned 70. Just before her 72nd birthday and my 38th, we went to Japan to be with Jason and to experience his world. I was worried about traveling with my elderly mother. How wrong I was. Yes, she was mature and there were a couple physical issues, but she was not elderly. She lived 20 more years to her fullest and always maintained a quick and thorough mind. I would love to travel with my niece, Sarah soon. I think I might be able to do it by next year, too. No, I'm not elderly, either.
One of the six stories that define my life is the story of Andy's and my car accident in August of 1968 when my hand and lower arm were damaged. It's defining because of the long standing effect it had on my person, including being the source of an anaerobic bacteria that took another 20 years to flare up. One doesn't realize how long term and interwoven life experiences are until the last third of one's life. I'm still trying to decide which stories will be my main six, but that one will be.
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