187 Too Old for Coffee (Deut 34)

I'm getting old.
Well older.
Obviously we all are, but it's how you find out that is buggin' me at the moment.
There's my hair, well my lack of it.
My son has just rubbed the top of my head and commented gleefully about the scarcity of growth.
(Him seeing I was blogging about my lack of hair may or may not have been a trigger. Grrrr)
And it's just not the top of my head that's a magnet to my offsprings' comments.
My eyebrows are, weirdly, growing.
Or is that growing weirdly, into some freaky mutant mad hattery sticky out eyebrowy things.
Annn-oooyyy-ing.
My stubble is gone from "salt and pepper" to "salt and oh my goodness what's that?"
My knees aren't keeping up with my treks up and down the stairs.
My hip can get proppy if I sleep in an odd position.
But worst of all.
Far worse.
My body can't cope with coffee after 6:30 at night.
I mean, it likes it.  It wants it.
It really, really wants it.
But if I dare, my eyes won't close before 1 maybe 2 the next morning.
Darn.
Because it can mean that on some nights, say, like tonight.
If I go out and get home later, like tonight.
I can't have a lovely, refreshing, awesome warm drink of coffee.
And my brain goes all gooey and fails at putting two thoughts together.
Sometimes struggles putting one thought together.
Oh, the pain and suffering.
I may have to try decaf.
It can't really come to that.
Can it?
Maybe I'll try tea.


Or never go out again past 6:30.

Deuteronomy 34
Well, it's taken about a year.
So many starts and restarts, but I'm finally at the end of Deuteronomy.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
I was getting a tad weary of trying to remember how to spell Deuteronomy.
I hope I never have to type Deuteronomy again.

Moses was 120 when he died.
There was nothing wrong with him.

v7 "His vision was undimmed an his vigour unabated."

But it was time to die.  He saw the land, the promise from the mount.
He knew who would take over.
He had fought.
He had debated.
He had led.
He had sacrificed.
He had done all he could.
And while it could be viewed as a failure, one entire generation was lost.
The hope is there for the lessons to be learnt by this new group.
It's something we can and should take from this story of wandering.
The hope to learn something from a hopeless situation.
The hope to recover.
The hope for something more beyond the lost years of wandering in the desert.