I need to be still and quiet. I cannot tolerate noise, racket, confusion, conglomeration. Slow and easy are my style. I take it a little at a time. I don’t do hurry well. Rushing around, doing everything double time is not me.

And I don’t think my way around. I feel my way around. I sense what’s what. And it takes time to do that. I have five grand children, all girls with high-pitched voices, who talk fast and actually understand what each other is saying. I smile and nod a lot, and don’t understand a thing.

“After a certain age” we tend to walk slowly and live quietly because keeping up is not worth the effort. It is a lot easier just to let life pass us by.