Those 70ish Girls

I’m sure there must be an enormous number of 70ish people out there who play Wordle. A friend of mine recently suggested I give it a try and now I’m hooked. If you haven’t played, Google it. It’s a New York Times word game. You have 6 chances to guess a 5 letter word. It has all the letters of the alphabet at the bottom so you can keep track of the letters you have used. If you get a letter right, a gold tile turns over. If it is in the right place, a green tile turns over. It is addictive. It usually only takes a few minutes, and there is only one word each day. When you get the correct word, all the tiles turn over green, and it is such a thrill. At least it is for easily entertained, me.

So what do I do with the rest of my day? Of course, it varies. Sometimes, I do mundane things like housework and laundry. I usually bake something once a week, and I have recently started reading again.

We have been doing some yard work but only to further our goal to make our yard low maintenance because we still have some long RV trips planned.

I don’t do a lot of things with friends, which I miss, but since our move, I live 40 miles from my old stomping grounds. Kip and I only have one car right now, and it seems silly to get another one because we usually go everywhere together. We still make the drive to church each Sunday, but that’s about it as far as going to Mabank.

For the first time in my life, and now in my early 70ish years, I do find myself getting bored. My writer’s block persists. The poetry won’t come to me. What I need to do is find a local fitness class and maybe do some volunteer work, whatever that may be.

Kip stays super busy with projects I can’t help him with so I’m left to my own resources. Yes, as I write this I realize I need to get involved in my new community. I will search things out keeping in mind that we still plan to travel as soon as we get some things on the RV fixed. To be honest, the high temperatures keep us from doing much outside after noon. The dogs hate it. They keep asking to go out, forgetting it’s hot so it’s a constant in and out for them.

So have I rambled on enough? What can I say? I’m 70ish. At least I wrote something.