Novembers Children

 

The written numerous times about this writer's group had belonged to, it's a small group there's just really three of us and we meet like every other month for meal and to some degree discuss some of our writing but mainly just to socialize and visit. All three of us now or begin to feel the strong sentence of age. Only one of us has a license so we have to meet when we meet service close to where I live or where I can get to be of the bus which is okay. Jerry, the retired newspaper writer, picks up Lori the educator and writer and we meet at the restaurant. Interestingly, the restaurant we typically have met at was totally raised last month. The village Inn. I think I've gone on about how I didn't necessarily like the VI as much as the restaurant across the street Deese but it was a good place for the meeting just because it was so quiet comparatively speaking. Will be interesting now to meet it Dee's. still in functional restaurant. They are busy which means they're noisy would you be interesting to see how the meeting goes. I'm sure will do just fine but I have to admit I'm a little concerned. One of us has a major heart condition and I think could go at any time, the other as a chronic disability and I worry about her as well then there's me. I'm chronic everything. Right now as you know, I continue to battle pressure sore on my rear end. Having to be careful about how much stress I put on my butt at any given day which means I doubt that would do a whole lot of traveling around when the weather finally settled down and gets better. I'm going to reserve my butt for important things like meeting with the writers Guild at D's restaurant. I will spend as much time as I can lean back in my chair to take the weight off my tush. I would be happy to be able to do it that way as opposed to being stuck in bed for however long it takes to heal. The best thing for me is that for the first time I actually have a wound specialist nurse coming in to see me three days a week for keeping real close tabs on the wound being treated and possible a wound that might be trying to get started.

I managed to keep myself busy though I do have bouts of guilt that I should be doing more than I am doing. I feel like I'm living the life of an old man, a geezer. I feel I should be out there doing more enjoying what life I have left. Not going out and sitting underneath the tree in the park with the back of my chair reclined to the point that's taking the weight off my butt. I'm at least taking a book to read at those moments but like I said I'm suffering some guilt. And when I'm not doing that, when the weather is too severe then I sit in the apartment watching movies on Netflix or what other service that I employ. I really want to do more but the vicissitudes of life keep dragging me down. I got an email from my friend the writer to be who characterized the three of us as being in the “… November of our lives” how aptly put and how aptly depressing…