It is that time of year again when we turn our attention to purchasing gifts for those we love, to acknowledge their place in our lives and to say how much we love them. It’s a joyous activity for many; It is a classic dilemma and typically the source of much stress and consternation for most.
If you are as old as me, there does come a point though when many of us decide we have enough stuff and ask not to receive anything material again. Although I still like to hear about toys as much as ever, I’m there – I don’t need to own them. It’s a bit of an odd feeling. Yet somehow appropriate as you head toward your twilight of life.
Instead, I’m suggesting a new approach this year. Making yourself the gift. I don’t mean anything cringeworthy. Instead I’m talking about the gift of your time. If you are as old as me, it is now the one thing that means everything.
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This week, our provincial authority once again allowed visits to local parks and recreation areas. Day trips only, no camping, no lounging. We can walk through, stop for a few minutes to see the sights, and move on, all the way staying wary of the need for social distancing and self-protection. Retail and many service businesses are also opening with restrictions.
A year ago today, I received a new hip. Â Routine surgery I’m told, but life changing for me. Â Months of excruiating pain replaced, initially, by the feeling of having been hit by a bus. Â Luckily that lasted only a couple of weeks.
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