Sunday, August 07, 2005
Sunday Aug. 7, 2005 - Year 3, Day 140 - 55th year, ignition, lift off . .
13C, a cooler overcast start today gave way to sunshine as Gusta & I ventured out to meet 3 young bucks less than 10 metres from my patio . . . cruisin’ for a friendly doe or two I suspect; later, Maureen & Gusta escorted me to the park & back . . . conversation over bagels & coffee & saying bye till next time
I didn’t do a lick of work yesterday; MM & I walked Gusta, took in Millarville farmer’s market [note to self: ‘target rich environment’ . . must go back there !!] & a round of golf @ Shawnee followed by dinner with my dad & my daughters & their friends
few things impress me a lot, but I cannot remember being as impressed as I was yesterday; my daughters travelled from Lethbridge & Calgary just to take me out for dinner - we had a great time; to those who called or sent cards & emails many thanks
we are born naked, wet, and hungry; then things get worse
then they get better & better
death is a once in a lifetime experience I am in no hurry to try; life, on the other hand, is an every day experience - an every day experience that need not be routine, boring, or without sparks; it need not be one of eat right, exercise daily, live clean, die anyway
besides, I can’t die, my affairs are not in order . . . nor will they be !
as I realize I am embarking on my 55th year - memories of all those ‘freedom 55’ ads on television float in & make me laugh - my life is rich, full & interesting & busy & so remote from retiring I cannot imagine anything like putting my feet up being likely; this is my brand of ‘freedom 55’
my 55th year . . . freedom 55; I am free to explore & challenge & venture like I will live forever
free to be bold & adventurous because it could all end tomorrow . . or the day after . . or in 40 years . . . I better get started, there is not an hour to waste !
54 years gone, 342,416 hours to go . . . yeah, this feels good
now about those affairs . . .
Mark
I didn’t do a lick of work yesterday; MM & I walked Gusta, took in Millarville farmer’s market [note to self: ‘target rich environment’ . . must go back there !!] & a round of golf @ Shawnee followed by dinner with my dad & my daughters & their friends
few things impress me a lot, but I cannot remember being as impressed as I was yesterday; my daughters travelled from Lethbridge & Calgary just to take me out for dinner - we had a great time; to those who called or sent cards & emails many thanks
we are born naked, wet, and hungry; then things get worse
then they get better & better
death is a once in a lifetime experience I am in no hurry to try; life, on the other hand, is an every day experience - an every day experience that need not be routine, boring, or without sparks; it need not be one of eat right, exercise daily, live clean, die anyway
besides, I can’t die, my affairs are not in order . . . nor will they be !
as I realize I am embarking on my 55th year - memories of all those ‘freedom 55’ ads on television float in & make me laugh - my life is rich, full & interesting & busy & so remote from retiring I cannot imagine anything like putting my feet up being likely; this is my brand of ‘freedom 55’
my 55th year . . . freedom 55; I am free to explore & challenge & venture like I will live forever
free to be bold & adventurous because it could all end tomorrow . . or the day after . . or in 40 years . . . I better get started, there is not an hour to waste !
54 years gone, 342,416 hours to go . . . yeah, this feels good
now about those affairs . . .
Mark
342,416
