That was my response to a Facebook friend's poll for 2012 goals. Colored perhaps, by our immediate condition of aiding, abetting, instigating Susan's 100 (101 in Jan) year old mother's move from independent living to emergency, to rehab, and as we speak, to a assisted living facility, all over a few days time where we had no expectations other than the usual goodwill and conflict of our seasonal family gatherings. God grant me a long and happy life, followed by a painless not waking up some day. My images are of life's collections, spoons on the wall, a grandmother's stitchery, and then the spartan walls of the later stage facility. Nice, caring people, but an existence under observation
We keep hiking, maybe a little slower, but still enjoying the process. The glimpse of the life ahead is not a pleasant one.