Yet it must be done so I persist, the stubborn Englishman within clashing with the German side of my limited abilities. There is an overwhelming tide of online articles and more printed books than I imagined. I waded carefully through a number of potential books that were rated, removed the ones more than seven or eight years old, and read some of the reviews. They helped me to narrow my choices down to two that are due at my door tomorrow. Already returned a “small sized, limited number of pages” book that had every sentence and headline double-spaced. I need information that I can understand, not white space for doodles and thoughts. (Update: one of the two new arrivals featured the same style-too much empty space).
Learning is good for the senior brain, I’ve heard. Good for all brains, actually. Life is like that. If you’re not moving forward by learning, you’re moving backward or stagnating. In my agricultural years gone now over two decades ago, monthly magazines were the method of keeping up on the latest trend or repair. And hockey rink visits. Today, having so much information available at my keyboard is a good thing, if I can put it to proper use. So I struggle on, hopeful to learn the basics and move forward.
I also try to live my senior years in as slow a motion as possible, keep busy but not overly so in hopes each day doesn’t pass by too quickly. Life is like a roll of toilet paper; the closer you get to the end, the quicker it goes. C’est la vie.
Sure miss the forest.