We have yet another reminder that we are getting older, we
celebrated Rose’s 50th birthday on Saturday. Here is a video/slide show of the celebration dinner:
A higher definition video can be found at http://youtu.be/-XPGi2oKAfU (since it is unlisted, it can only be opened with this link)
Just a week earlier, Rebeca was distraught because Jr., a year
older than her, became a grandfather.
That made her a great aunt, but it made me a great, great uncle! Well that went over the proverbial “fart” in
church. How can Jr., someone whom I took
pictures of when he was born, and when he was one years old and so on and so
on, become a grandfather?
The person looking back at me from the mirror is at least 70
pounds heavier and at least 40 years older.
So, where is me? My only
conclusion is that I am either in some “time warp” or the mirror was molded
with Black Magic. OK. So my knees give out on me once in a while,
and my clothes all shrunk (they say that Mexican food makes clothes shrink,
there may be some truth to that). I also
have a difficult time reading small print (ok, ok, any type of print) and I may
get a little out of breath when I climb a couple of flights of stairs. But, doesn’t everyone? The cavalier risk-taking attitude is still inside
saying Go! Go! Go!, but the body don’t
wanna and its response is more in tune to Wimpy! Wimpy! Wimpy!
This is what I expect to see in the mirror, a studious fellow writing down great wisdom
instead, this is what I see
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