Using my mind, so I don’t get senile

Senile words, or the battlefield of life

Relaxing photograph


I hope my words are the only weapons I need, to battle my bouts with senility.

Along with this surreal photo, I am engulfed with an escape of this reality.

Noun: senility
1. Mental infirmity as a consequence of old age; sometimes shown by foolish infatuations
2. The state of being senile

Alzheimer’s is ultimate senility, at least for now, but there is much disease in the future when the effects of the food come to light, that will mask Alzheimer’s in a different light, one more of mercy.

I’m beginning to grow my own food, I’ve just started growing in a greenhouse I had built by others last year, and I’ve setup an automatic irrigation system. I think I will have to get more timers, and setup another system to keep the water drenched ones, cause all plants are different, like people are.
Some plants like to be drowned and some plants like a more arid existence, I’ll learn over time which plants are what.

Anyway, that was one of those times I go off into a rant on life, my battles with senility… where I babble to keep it real.

And I don’t remember what was said yesterday, but if I keep telling the truth, I figure I have no problem with a good memory or a bad memory, according to Mark Twain.

“If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.”
Mark Twain

You see people on the street, greeting each other with smiles rather than frowns, with words expressing their acknowledgement of their existence, and it brings a smile to the greetee(the one who is greeted) … I don’t think that is a word, but it should be.

Sometimes I don’t want to get up out of bed, but I do it out of respect for the world, and now I understand the saying “respect out of love for”. Well rather than go into another long babble, I’ll leave you with another quote.

 “A friend is someone who can brighten your day with a simple smile, when others try to do it with a thousand words.”
Beth Nimmo, Rachel’s Tears: The Spiritual Journey of Columbine Martyr Rachel Scott

As long as I breathe, I will not give up.