waiting for the typhoon

 sorry about the spelling/typing mistakes in my last post: I have since corrected them. I was up during the night to check on the typhoon and ran across the story on youtube,

But anyway, right now it is overcast and quiet. The calm before the storm... The deacon came early with communion for me, since I have been unable to sit through the full mass service for over a year, not to mention the inability to walk more than half a city block at a time. He sees me chasing the dogs back into the room so they don't bite him and I know they are wondering why I just don't go to mass, but it is the ability to sit for an hour and a half without fainting from the heat, plus the problem of walking to and from the parking lot. 

Sigh.

Oh well: I read David Warren's post about his problems walking and I said same here.

Among the pleasures of old age — a physical condition I had the honour of entering into, during February of 2021 — is that one is given the opportunity to give up several of one’s pleasures. This isn’t offered as a choice, however. One simply cannot do what one was, perhaps habitually, doing before; although in some cases an old pleasure is replaced by a new one. I used to love long walks, for instance. Now I do short walks, followed by a fall, and then, all the excitement of getting up again. Since my son got me a “walker” — or “stroller” as I call it — this pleasure, too, has almost departed. But one gets used to not falling over, as I have now discovered.

I haven't fallen a lot so I have that to be thankful for. But I do miss shopping and church. 

Sigh.

In the meanwhile, the dogs will go for a walk as long as I start the walk with them, and then they follow the maid around the block while I go back to sit and enjoy the sun.

We have had a lot of typhoons, so we know what to expect: The danger of flooding is low (the most we flooded was six inches since Lolo built us above street level). Will we lose water and electricity? Alas unlike the last time, we don't have a pump working, so maybe we need to fill buckets etc. 

My window is protected by the wall, so probably all the dogs will migrate into my room for safety. Sigh.