Bayfield Al wrote a very interesting post yesterday on the aging process, and I experienced it this morning in a novel way. I was sitting in my rocker/recliner and for some reason looked up at the ceiling, where I saw a small bug crawling slowly across the wood paneling. I haven't yet painted this part of the living room, and still have the old brown paneling. I grabbed a tissue and stood on the rocker/recliner, which immediately started to rock, and tried to dab at the bug. I seemed to miss it and when I looked for it, I noticed another one further away from my chair/stepladder, along the same line of the paneling. After nearly losing my balance and falling out of the chair, I went to get a small step stool from the kitchen, and stopped to get some paper toweling and a bottle of spray cleaner.
I stood on the proper step stool and looked to see if the bugs were still there, and sure enough they were evenly spaced along the paneling. I finally realized they were small nails holding the paneling up, but I was sure I saw them move. I thought of Al's post, even though he hadn't mentioned hallucination as part of the aging process.
I'm going to walk with Jeannie today if she ever gets here, and maybe the fresh air will help my eyesight, balance, and overall health.
NOT EVEN AN INKLING
7 hours ago