Aunt Norrie’s sewing room
A friend handed me this. I just had to share with you today.
I’m Fine
There’s nothing whatever the matter with me, I’m just as healthy as I can be.
I have arthritis in both my knees and when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak and my blood is thin, But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.
I think my liver is out of whack, and a terrible pain is in my back.
My hearing is poor, my sight is dim, most everything seems to be out of trim.
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.
I have arch supports for both my feet, or I wouldn’t be able to walk on the street.
Sleeplessness I have night after night, and in the morning I’m just a sight.
My memory is failing, my head’s in a spin.
I’m peacefully living on aspirin.
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.
The moral is, as this tale we unfold, that for you and me who are growing old, it’s better to say, “I’m fine” with a grin than to let them know the shape we’re in.
We have Cardinal Cushing to thank for this little jewel. He says it so well.
Next week we have several unique homemade Christmas tree ornaments to share with you: homemade for an old-fashioned tree, fun to make little or no money to spend. See you then.