There were turkeys on the course on Thursday - in addition to our foursome 😎.
This is the time of the year when turkey sightings seem to happen. Not the kind of "birdie" that we were looking for however.---------------------------------
Folks seem to have wonder at the things that I do at my "advanced" age.
I have sometimes wondered myself what drives me and I'll share something that I wrote to myself about fifteen years ago (I do that kind of thing) that may shed some light on the subject.
ON AGING
The round numbers
associated with aging are only symbolic.
The really important milestones in life are usually contained in the
crooked numbers.
For example, I
have always maintained that I was born at the age of six when we moved to
Fruitland, since that is when my early childhood memories really begin.
And the trauma of
age fourteen, when my dad died, shaped much of my life thereafter. (As I write this in 2009, Sean is the same
age as I was then – makes you stop and think.) My dad expected a lot of me. Perhaps that's what drives me.
The arrival of
children: at age twenty-one, I married Jean, and adopted Barbara and Jo-Ann; at
age twenty-three, David came along; at age twenty-nine, Kathryn. Jeffrey was adopted three years later.
At thirty-seven, I
became a grandfather for the first time.
On my forty-second
birthday, I was astonished to see how young it felt to reach a birthday that my
father was denied.
Taking a retirement package at age
fifty-five, as Director of Sales Planning and Administration, was somewhat of a surprise.
My sister’s death four years later, at the same age, was a jolt.
I retired in December which didn't feel right and two weeks later started working for Laurence
Marshall at Larry’s Trucking and at Golden Horseshoe Tire for about three
years, as Credit Manager, management assistant and finally as Purchasing
Manager for Truckland, after Laurence had sold it and it changed names.
Perhaps my most satisfying job has been my
“farm labour” activity as I tried to help David wherever he needed
assistance. Watching your son overcome
the obstacles and challenges of entrepreneurship to build a successful business
and playing with your grandchildren on the job is as good as it gets.
Falling in love
again at age sixty-six and entering my “teenage years” has been wonderful. The absence of any conflict in this
relationship is an incredible and wondrous phenomenon."
I don't know how long this adventure will last, but I'll be "living the dream" as long as I can. Just trying to stay alive (in every way) folks.
My formula:
- Look at life as an adventure.
- Set reachable goals.
- Be determined to achieve those goals.
- Don't rush or panic. Enjoy the journey.
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Now it's Sunday and we attended the Shoreliner BBQ.
Mardi took on the task of preparing and cooking the onions. I enjoyed the eating part. And the dessert!
I haven't tried Jim's Duck Farts yet, but I'll tell you that Moose Farts are pretty tasty! Hope there are leftovers.Stay well.
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