Facts About Me

Like it or not, energetic Morrie (me) is running out of the “stuff” and for good reason – I am 108 years old.

Without my wheelchair and Cherito’s help, I’m helpless. 

All I want to do is sit.

Am I complaining?

Hell no.

None of my old friends are around. Not even the exercising health “nuts.”

The last time I went to “muscle beach” in Venice, no one I recognized doing push-ups was there.

I didn’t see empty cartons of “power drinks” lying around.

All the guys with “bulging muscles” were gone. 

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At the age of 108 I am in good shape.

I don’t have a bulging stomach. 

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Cherito handed me a wrapped piece of chocolate, which I unwrapped and put in my mouth. I didn’t enjoy eating it as I used to.

Has my taste changed? 

I really don’t know.

With my scrambled eggs, I’m “achin’ for bacon” with a toasted half of an English muffin.

For me, nothing is better.

When I get up, I look forward to eating it … with English marmalade jam.

Nothing is better for breakfast – at least for me.

Morrie

(August 29, 2022)