Dear Folks, This afternoon my niece Deb came a-knocking on my door. How great! We hadn't seen each other in several months. One of her first comments was to tell me how much better I looked since the last time she had seen me. My face had filled out and it didn't have such a drawn look to it. We sat down in our favorite chairs at the kitchen table and I filled her in regarding yesterday's doctor appointment. When I told her that the doctor was recommending a Life-Alert "bracelet," Deb was pleased as punch. She told me how she was, how her kids are and how her grandkids are and we got caught up on a lot of things in our personal lives. We got to talking about computers and she wanted to get into her Yahoo personal site while she was here. No problem. I led the way to my office with my handy-dandy walker and on the way I told her that the walker is the love of my life. The minute I got the words out and realized what I had said, I laughed my head off. I asked her if that's what they mean when they say, "You know you're getting old when . . ." Oh how pathetic! The love of my life is a walker! :-) After an hour or so she had to leave and we gave each other a BIG hug. We had such a nice one-on-one talk, the kind we've had many times in the past. It was like talking to your best girlfriend. vee

Vee - you wrote: >" It was like talking to your best girlfriend." This is something I feel most women want, whether or not they are married, young or old(er). Call it a gal thing ;-) Evelyn