i turned 51 last week. im open about it. I say, “i am extremely old. 51.” my kids know my age; i never was quite clear on my parents’ ages.
51. sheesh.
better not make the most of anything. walk, don’t run. hell, i was playing tennis with one of my kids and I had to “rest” after an hour by lying down for a moment in the middle of the court to catch my breath. true, it was partly for dramatic effect, and i wasn’t runnign all that hard, but damn i got tired running after that ball!
i think a very slow walk, a mild breakfast of a tiny cup of oatmeal, a prune, a small shot of whiskey, a pot of tea, and a crust of toast would probably be the best way to start off the day in these advanced years. instead i drink 3 cups of coffee and get to work before im even awake…
