This seems to be the new way of life for Americans. I can't
believe it is a bad thing except when heartbreak is involved. Just think of all the fresh starts you get to
have.

I was thinking about this yesterday while Bobby and I attended a funeral. There were people just going on with
the same old lives for forty or fifty years. No upheaval,
no variety, just stuck in a rut.

The array of white hair made it hard for me to pick out
anyone I had known long ago. Not that I am condeming white
hair. I just wish mine would get white so I wouldn't have
to color it monthly. I think mine is probably iron gray
like my sister has and I find it most unattractive.

There was one funeral attendee that had black hair on top
and long red roots. I had to wonder what sort of fashion
statement she had in mind.

I don't know what the point of this post is except to say
that I am glad to be alive and well. I am not ready to go
at this time and funerals always bring this thought to
mind.