I had a nice visit with my next-door neighbor yesterday. We hardly see each other anymore, but I told her about my dental drama and I listened to hers about sciatica. We were young just the other day and now we are senior citizens.

I loved her from the get-go. She is not much like me, in that she is always on the go and I am always “on the stay.”

Today we sat around the island in your kitchen and kvetched.
You might say we “kvetched” up.
But now the kids are grown and mostly gone.
But the aches and pains have grown and grown.

Time for my morning cup of Joe,
I start the morning very slow.
I slide right into lunch at noon
And evening seems to come too soon.

I’m left with memories of the past
And the future seems to come too fast.
Time, it seems, is pretty elastic.
And so is my waistband, which is
Pretty fantastic.

Vicki Woodyard