Old Man River.......

What a difference a few years make. At nearly 51 my body is starting to feel older. My brain still runs anywhere between 14 and 25 years old, but the body is showing definite signs of time’s cruel passing.

A few weeks ago my right pinkly finger just kind of gnarled up like grandma’s finger, and began to hurt. “What the hell”, I thought, “That aint’t cool”. That is the finger I use to interlock my golf grip.

My skin is now blotchy from too many years of too much sun. Oh how I love the warm sun on my body.

My muscles have rebelled too. Certain clusters like my back muscles decided that now would be a good time to start a regular regime of cramping and hurting. Other muscles in my arms have thrown in the towel and deflated and have become weaker. Double damn.

I called my sister yesterday to wish her a happy birthday. My brother in law answered. He was busy building a new deck. His chief complaint was his ass muscles were killing him. He couldn’t figure that one out. I guess your ass completely blows out at 60, and I was fortunate to catch him at the moment. Great, I’ve got that to look forward to.