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Old age…music to my eyes

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I thought I was going blind.  I had a problem with my eyes and worrier that I am expected the worst.  So I finally went to my eye doctor and after going through all sorts of tests, asked if it was serious.  He said no, this just comes with age.  Well!  Normally I’d be upset (as you do when told you’re getting old) but knowing that I wasn’t losing my sight made it a bit easier to take.

Goodbye Harry…

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I don’t watch a lot of tv but there are some shows that I like and watch when I can.  One of them is about forensic pathologists and I’ve been following the series for years.  Cast members have come and gone but the writing is good and I’ve enjoyed it.  One of the later additions to the cast is a man named Harry.  He’s a nice, honest guy who tries to do what’s best for all in the name of good and evil (why can’t I meet a man like that?).  Now that’s just the character he plays, I have no idea what this man is like in real life.  Nor do I want to.  What he’s really like is not my business.  But I’m getting off the subject here…

I’ve liked this show for a long time but lately the autopsies and action are getting a little too graphic for me.  I’m pretty squeamish and find it hard to watch this kind of entertainment.  But it seems to be out on a lot of shows these days.  And that’s fine, just because I can’t watch it doesn’t mean everybody else shouldn’t.  I’ll just stick to Perry Mason and Murder She Wrote.

Sorry Harry…

In Flanders Fields

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When I was little one of our teachers read the war poem “In Flanders Fields” to us.  And she started to cry.  That has stayed with me to this day.

A couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine was visiting.  We’ve been friends for a long time but as she lives on the other side of the world now we don’t get together nearly as much as we used to.  Her mother was going through an album of old photographs and found some that included me.  One of them was a class photo we were both in.  I pointed to the teacher and said that she read In Flanders Fields to us and my friend remembered that she had cried.  We couldn’t agree on what her name was but we did remember her sorrow.  I don’t know who caused her sadness, whether it was a family member, a friend or all those who have suffered in war.

Lest we forget…

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