I suppose anyone that would be visiting our town, and many parts of the country, at the moment would reckon we had been invaded by a different species, but reckoning is always a lot of perhaps. In this case we are celebrating carnival time and we do not have people with green faces and the Martians have not landed – yet.
With my 72 years I have slowly stopped reckoning. I just bought a new car and I reckon to be able to drive at least 10 years with it. Is that wishful thinking? I did not reckon with the fact that I would now be qualified for a disabled persons parking space, be wheeling around in a chair to have some added comfort in my life, or be walking with a walker. I also did not reckon that when Mr Swiss became 80 years old (this year) that he would also need a stick for support when walking and that the days when I could lean on him for help would be no longer. We now lean on each other for help.
I have learned not to reckon but accept life’s twists and turns and be glad for every day when you can leave your bed, even if it gets more difficult. i am not imparting wisdom for life here, but it is a fact and 20 years ago, I had no idea what would be before me, but the only advice I can impart is carry on and do not give up. So forget reckoning, although you never know, you might even have a lotto win and then you can begin to reckon what to do with the money.
This year I celebrated 50 years of marriage with Mr. Swiss, the golden wedding anniversary. What does a pair of golden oldies do with gold? In 10 years it is the diamond wedding anniversary and we will be heaped with diamonds. Let us stop reckoning and live life as good as we can without the gold or diamonds,