I looked out the window awhile ago and two deer were walking past – and I mean right past. They had been on the porch eating the flowers, which they seem to look upon as a sort of chips and dips. Then, feeling happy, they strolled on over to the neighbors’ house, to see what was on offer there. I guess my point is, that you don’t have to be lonely. You can always eat the neighbors’ flowers. The point of Sixty Plus Datebook is to look for one thing every day that is different and interesting. Not ruling out dating, not ruling it in, either. Signs of progress – if it is progress:
- A gentleman walked me home from the park, and he had his bicycle with him, too. Last time that happened I was fourteen, and it was Bud Heller who was 16 and smoked like a chimney. Those were the days.
- Yesterday a gentleman came for lunch. I made a chicken and asparagus casserole and had key lime frozen yogurt for dessert.
- Tonight I had dinner alone. That was pretty good, too.
- Let’s get going. I’ll want your ideas, too.