221130 My Last November?

Today is the last day of November, could it be my last November?

I’ll be 78 next November, that is of course if I reach another November. Only God knows if I’ll have another November to contend with. It’s not up to me when my life will end. I hope I won’t end up like Elvis Presley, dying while sitting on a toilet. I am not fearful of how or when I will pass away. I can think of many ways to die and I suspect no matter how I think I could die, it won’t be in any of those ways.

Once Joyce died, I began getting my affairs in order to make things easier for my daughter Annie to handle after I am gone from this earthly plane. We don’t live in a static world; it’s a dynamic world and things change every single day, so no matter how I prepare today, it will be different for Annie when she has to take over my affairs.

I only know perhaps three people older than I am and I don’t know how they think about what I am writing today. I have a good life at the moment, no complaints, but at the same time, I feel like I am ready to see what happens in the afterlife.

When I was young, I had all kinds of things I wanted to do and accomplish. I have fulfilled all of those things I set out to do. Now I don’t see any grand goal ahead. I always wondered what it was like to be and live like a monk in a monastery. Now I live a somewhat monastic life, but with extra benefits, like movies to watch, beer to drink, music to enjoy. I'm living better than a monk. I can sit and contemplate my navel if I want to. Since my gallbladder was removed via my navel, when the surgeon sewed things up, he closed off half of my navel and now I'm no longer plagued with daily T shirt lint packed in my navel as I once was. Without a gallbladder I have more digestive issues, but at least I don’t have lint in my navel anymore. Everything in life has a trade off. We get one thing and another thing is lost.

Se la vie say the old folks. It goes to show you never can tell.