THE MISSING PERSON

My eyes are droopy.
My body sags.
My underarms jiggle.
My memory lags.

The clothes in my closet
I’ve worn before,
But recently they’ve shrunk
And fit me no more.

‘Tis not to say
I’m sad or lone,
Just curious to know
Where have I gone?

Day 1-Nothing much to say....

I have taken the first step. Does everyone in the world blog now? I said I never would...and now look at me. You'd think I'd use whatever time I have to write; but no, now I'm a blogger.
The tides are a'changing: February is gone, March came in like a lamb (that means it will go out like a lion for those of you who've kept up with 'the old sayings'), but spring will officially be here the 20th. I always feel like I've accomplished something when I make it through January and February--March brings the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm not a 'winter person'. My granddaughter told me today she is because she likes cold weather. She asked if I'm a summer person. Guess I am since she said I was if I like warm weather. Didn't much mind the cold when I was her age, but the bones feel better in warm weather now. Speaking of grandchildren, what does it mean when you take them to a movie that's scary and you're the only one scared? They don't make kids like they used to, is all I'm saying. And while we're on the subject of kids, I just realized I forgot to wish my son and daughter-in-law 'HAPPY ANNIVERSARY' today. It's that 'age thing', again. I've misplaced my keys again...for the third time this weekend...and I'm blogging instead of hunting for them. Tomorrow will be a better day. Yeah, right. It's MONDAY!