I have written in this space before about the passing years and the changes and tolls they take on a body. It occurred to me the other day that I need to make a few more changes to accommodate the furious flapping of the pages on the calendar.
One thing I think I need to do, if I can get my live-in friend to agree, is to remove all the mirrors in the house. This thought comes to me at least once a day, but usually it is the first thing in the morning, when I make my way into the little water closet. I see this person in the mirror on the medicine cabinet, and I hardly recognize him. Then, when I figure it out, I just shake my head and say to myself that I need to get rid of that mirror.
I still love life, and I still enjoy what I have left of my former self. I still like to get out and see the changing seasons and the beautiful colors on the Peak and on the Blue Ridge. But, the other day before the rain I decided I should put a little firewood in the basement, knowing the forecast for 100-percent chance of rain was going to make it cool and damp in the house the next day.
I have this neat little device that my son bought me to get the wood down the basement steps. It is like a furniture dolly, but it has a set of bars in front that hold in your stack of firewood. It holds 12 to 15 pieces of wood. I made five or six trips down the basement steps. Four days later my shoulders and wrists are still complaining. It is, actually, pretty pathetic.
And I know we are supposed to rage and fight against the dying of the light, and I agree with every bit of that. But, some days after I get up and get my face washed and get a bite to eat, it seems like all the fight is gone and it is time for a nap. I hate that!
By the time you read this, the local election will be over. I hope the best person for the job wins in every case. I don’t get quite as excited about it as I used to. I am glad to see that we have, in most cases, candidates willing to run and do the job. I think that speaks well for us. And in those cases where the incumbent is running unopposed, that tells me they must be doing something right, so let them stay in there for another term.
I hope the ghost and goblins didn’t give you too much concern on Halloween. As I write this column, I am getting ready to head up to the pavilion at the Methodist Church here in Flint Hill to cook some hot dogs for our annual Trunk or Treat event for the youngsters. I hope we have good weather for the little people. They seem to enjoy Halloween almost as much as I used to enjoy Christmas. It is wonderful to see them all dressed up and so excited.
And be sure to fill out your survey form about Rappahannock County. Give them your best answers. Tell them what you would like to see changed. And if you like things the way they are, tell them to leave it alone. I believe the intentions of the people involved in this effort are good. I am less certain about their understanding of rural life. But, that is not for me to say. What I do know is this: Oftentimes, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Stay well, my friends.