60

Good grief how did that happen? I turned 60 today. The first thing I saw on the news this morning was a commercial for one of those battery powered wheel chairs. This is depressing.

My birthday used to be fun. When my dear Mom was alive, I always called her early in the morning on my birthday and said..."Remember that big pain you had x years ago? This is it!"

She loved it. I miss her dearly.

Yesterday, I rode my bike about 20 miles. I walked another 6. I was all over Lincoln and it was a nice day to do that. My "fitness" program is self inflicted as the old car finally gave out and the bus, the bike, and walking are my current options. According to the government statistics, I am 25 pounds over-weight so this isn't such a bad deal. Make that 20 pounds over-weight.

But 60 is gnawing mightly on my mind. I must have blown a quarter century in there somewhere and there is no help desk or refund department.

But, on we go being glad I got to live and delighted with who I am.

After all, how many guys get to join the circus five or six times during their life!