Be like my cats and don’t look directly at my reflection
Really, I don’t see the person I “feel” like. Where is the care free guy who was 20? The dude that finally got married at the age of 45? The responsible aggressive corporate citizen who tried, and succeeded to an extent, to climb the corporate ladder? The retired senior world traveler? The responsible volunteer taking cancer patients to their treatment center or delivering meals to the needy?
Every day I see a different person in the mirror. Does he have a mustache today? Long hair or short?
Wrinkles? Of course. Grey hair? What else. Body is doing its thing in the aging process but I will put up a little resistance.
When I look in the mirror I think “how much longer”. I have a small say in things but there are too many variables that I can’t control. Never did see that motorist that ran me over and broke my pelvis on a bike ride. Too many close calls that have gone my way. Next call could be the one I never here.
The Great Migration is a cycle of life and death, played out on the plains of the Serengeti (in Tanzania) and Masai Mara (in Kenya). Some 1.4 million wildebeest, 250,000 Burchell’s zebra and a smattering of trailing Thomson’s gazelle make this year long round trip. In fact, around 250,000 wildebeest and 30,000 zebra perish in this tough trek, mainly younger ones. Along the way, many migrating animals become prey to predators including lion, cheetah, crocodile and hyena.
This picture was taken on our recent vacation in Kenya. In fact on our last day. Our guide himself had not seen anything like this. You think you are alone on the large plains of the Serengeti and Masi Mara but the tour jeeps are in constant contact with each other. Once we found these Wildebeest getting ready to cross our guide contacted other tours and within minutes there were around 10 jeeps loaded with tourist like us. Guides are below:
Just celebrated 22 years of marriage last week. I met Carole when we both worked for IBM in California. We were transferred from CA, to AZ, CO, and finally here in NC. Both retired!!!!! Carole grew up in Vermont and I grew up in Michigan. Since we retired we have been to England, Egypt, Greece, Kenya, Tanzania, Italy, Vatican City, Spain, Portugal, and Morocco.
The Soul would have NO RAINBOW if the eyes had NO TEARS
Still applies in many areas of our life today. The lost of a father, mother, and younger sister as I have my not bring immediate tears to your eyes but they will eventually when you least expect it. Little unique movements that my dad possessed; my mother’s laugh and my sister’s battle with kidney disease. When the tears arrive a rainbow appears and my SOUL is that much more fulfilled.
Last week was the 60th anniversary of this car. This car was assembled about 5 miles from my home In Flint, Michigan. I worked for GM (Buick Motor Division) when I was just out of college. I lasted 3 months. Graduate school appealed to me more. I remember how the shift supervisor would come around just after lunch and using a chalk maker would post the number of hours we had to work to meet production quotas. I came to work at 4 PM and knew I could not work much more than 8 hours and still have time to make last call at the neighborhood bar. I still can’t afford to purchase this car!