single life continued

I am sitting at the airport worrying as I usually do that when about to board an airplane.I pretend I am a confident flyer but I am secretly afraid of dying when I haven’t lived enough yet. I haven’t even had grandchildren!anyway as I am sitting here I am knitting to pass the time as I can knit and obsessively worry at the same time. I just checked my blackberry for messages and there is a comment on my last blog entry from “michael” which I read happily. It seems he understands the single life and appreciates what I wrote. This makes me very happy. Sometimes I think I write in too open a manner but I don’t know how else to write. There isn’t much point to writing if you don’t write your truth.

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