A new beginning.

As I wait patiently for our severe Arkansas weather to hit, I will try to construct my maiden post. I feel like I am at a Seventh grade dance and am looking across the gym at the angular boys studying the grain in the floor and the knots in their laces. The anticipation yet dread are almost overwhelming. As with the Seventh graders, my fear of rejection is making my sweat glands really excited. Can I pull this off? Am I too old to blog? What the heck, I am almost 70 with decades of experience behind me. Just too old to sweat this. Onward , upward and forward.

I hope to find people my age who are also adjusting to this stage of life, but maybe even reach a younger audience or at least those who are also aware of their mortality. Remember how we thought youth would always last? The odd thing is that the mind of youth does last. It is just calories, gravity, years of abuse and sloth that tear youth from the body. The older we get, the more comfortable sloth becomes.

If you like to garden,read, explore and tickle your curosity, come along for the ride. I hope to learn from new experiences and from you.

Currently reading Second Chance by Jodi Picoult

Listening to Only God Knows Why by Kid Rock

Thanks for your time.