No, I have no idea why I chose today’s title and lead topic.
In those days when I used to be able to eat things like french toast and actually made breakfast at home, I would think about the leftover liquid in which the bread had been soaked. I would then put the liquid in the pan, fry it and then eat it. I used to say to my wonderful wife, “If we ever opened a restaurant (not that we ever would) we could put that cooked liquid on the menu and call it Everything But The Toast French Toast.” It was damn good, by the way. Yep, I’m getting even hungrier.
“O call back yesterday, bid time return.”
– From Shakespeare’s Richard II
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Seven weeks from today will be January 1, 2025. That will mark the beginning of the year in which I turn 65 and go on Medicare. (My Medicare card arrived yesterday. Of course, who knows how long Medicare and Social Security will remain solvent?)
For the nth to the n time, the time compression that occurs with aging is beyond annoying, it’s downright frightening. According to the Social Security Administration, my remaining life expectancy will be just 17 years when I turn 65. Of course, that’s an average and your mileage may vary. Neither of my parents made it to their 82nd birthday. On the other hand, I exercise regularly and exercise discretion regarding what I eat and drink.
It is easy to write “Carpe Diem!” It is not so easy to live that motto. The exigencies of life often intrude.
#EverythingButTheToast
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