I have been dealing with an Achilles issue the past month. As is typical I have over played my hand. Not an issue I want to prolong, it makes sense to just shut all attempts at accumulating mileage down.
Turned 60 back in September. No words of wisdom available at this time. Let me bask in its semi-warm glow for a spell. One observation is even middle age has passed. My much older neighbors call me the kid. A title I suggested to them. They can on occasion tell me how and when yard work should be completed. This faction is in their 80s and 90s. It’s an uncommon gesture now-a-days, but it still resonates a level of respect from me. I mean when the 90+ neighbor plows out your driveway that’s a piece of America back in my brain that isn’t accessed much anymore. Really sort of Bud Grant-ish.
