Choices

 

You’ve got a choice,

I often tell myself.

Would you rather get

a haircut or have a

glass of V8 Juice?

Now, I no longer

have a car, and it

is difficult if not

impossible for me

to get around very

far.

There’s a nearly

full bottle of V8

in the fridge within

reach for me. So,

having given myself

a choice, I choose

the V8 Juice. I like

V8 juice, drink a

glass of it most

every day. A haircut,

not so much. Besides,

I have given myself

haircuts for the past

40-years or so.

And nowadays, given

my lack of ability to

bend and reach, it

is very difficult for

me to do an acceptable

job insofar as the

haircut goes.

Besides, I never go

anywhere and rarely

see anyone anymore.

So who cares about

hair, what’s the use?

So, I choose the

V8 Juice, and I am

quite satisfied.

Even given my

advancing age

and narrowed

limitations, I am

still ever grateful

for choices to

be made.

Tomorrow, mountain

climbing or a nap?

Sound ridiculously silly?

We’ll just have to wait

and see. I know I

can count on V8

Juice at least

one more day.

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Chris Hanch 64-2023