Gold is Just a Metal

Gold is just metal and metal is hard and cold. The golden years we all work so hard for is a time for evaluating life. It like the metal can be hard and cold. I am seventy-eight years old and the loved ones that share my childhood memories are either gone or going at an alarming rate.

The electronic age is difficult for me to understand. I try but as soon as I partially master one thing another is on the market and I’m in the dark again. My head remembers how to do many things that my body can no longer master.

My younger family members are loving and kind but their life is on a different time table and the cares of family, work and school are demanding their time and attention and energy. And that is as it should be.

I have become obsolete! The talents that I once possessed (dancing, painting, athletics) that gave me much pleasure are difficult or imposable to perform. My energy and mobility level is better than many my age but it is limiting my participation in life.

The dinosaur was not meant to live forever! With that in mind I will count my blessings and thank my Heavenly Father for them.

I can do this!

Yesterday Sister Harry and I went the Bishops store house and entered data on the computer. They are in need of volunteers for this work and it is something I can do. I am thinking about volunteering on one day a week. I was told to wait a week and phone to set up a schedule or just phone when I wanted to come in. There are only two computers and they can only use two volunteers at a time.

I have a new ping-pong playing Elder. Elder Larkin wants to play at 6:30 am for his morning exercise. This morning I won the first game and lost the next two. We are evenly matched and it was great fun and good exercise. When I told him that I am 78 years old he said, "I lost a game to a 78 year old women!" He is a fine young man and I am blessed to have him here.