(her granddaughter, Josephine, uploaded this on March 31, 2014, four days after Sheila died)
These days I am a virtual prisoner. My treacherous body, after eight and a half
decades, staged a bloodless coup and took over.
Yes, my muscles, my nervous system, my glands, indeed whatever parts of
me cannot think – suddenly and without warning – seized control and now they
determine what I can do.
After 85 years of idiosyncratic independence, of resisting
Authority, and its boring handmaiden, Common Sense, indeed, rejecting any
“higher” earthly judgment (even doctors’ edicts during medical crises) I have
been totally compromised. Reduced to
slavish obedience. How was this shameful defeat accomplished? I grew old.
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