Friday, 18 November 2011
By Jim Kittelberger
Yeah, the changing seasons are great but as I get older, I appreciate the seasoning on the food about as well.
It scares the bejesus out of me to count birthdays and realize I'm counting down instead of up.
I am saddened by the fact that I used to enjoy playing tennis at high noon with perspiration dripping off of me like the Niagara river and now I have to separate mowing my lawn into a morning and afternoon event.
I do crossword puzzles not for the pure enjoyment, but like a race. It's now a race to fill in the blanks this minute because I may not remember the answer tomorrow.
But even though each step requires some payment from an angry joint, or muscles that don't really work without a protest or two, it has been fun and if it were possible to re-enlist, if I could take Grandma with me as a signing bonus, I'd love to have a go at it.
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