This week I feel silent inside, nothing to say its an effort to chat with people. I played
golf with an 80 year old and a 90 year old, the older lady on a better handicap than me and played better. Amazing, she is kind of sad and a bit dry humor all the grief the deaths and you become a bit of an after thought wheeled out for a picture with the new baby so when they are gone someone can say to the child that's your great grandma.
But then I don't believe in that neglected old people rubbish either, nursing home visitors rocking up with rubbishy gift to "brighten someone's day" while they congratulate themselves. So many fake relationships dished up in modern life, trainers mentors, social workers, and none of them replace the true relationships of the heart. That is the sadness of old people and the braveness of them .
I'll take a pictured a nice flowering the garden. I think it's a salvia.


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