Hey Gang - been awhile. (Frank, I'll type louder so you can hear me
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Moved into the new home on June 4th (it was built 10 years ago). Beautiful place. Solid, well built. Lotsa nice touches. Unfortunately, the guy I bought it from either didn't grasp the concept or never heard the word - HANDYMAN. What a never-ending nightmare of annoying little things to repair/upgrade/fix/marvel over. Nothing major, just a stream of reversing idiocy and getting things taken care of.
Timing of the move (could NOT pass the house up) was bad as my daughter's wedding is on 8/20 and that has layered into the mix of eliminating any available leisure time. On the plus side though, I DO get to pay for the wedding!
The combination has contributed to a stunning bit of irony - I now live on a golf course (the 5th tee is 35 paces from my back door) and I'm playing LESS golf.
Anyhow, what were we talking about? Oh yeah - age.
I'm 58, but my hair was only 47 when it disappeared. My impressive collection of ear hair is only a few years old and drool seems to appear with alarming regularity, but doesn't age very long as my wife is a now exper "deft drool wiper".
Interestingly, Jack has ties older than I am. Also, while he is approaching 60 (God love ya!), several of his teeth never made it past 50.
Although I can't bench press my weight these days (but then, I never could), I do stay in shape by dragging my 40 pound Viagra lick around the house on a dolly. You never know when that "special moment" will arrive.
Gotta go - afternoon nap time.
Ray