This has been a tough few months on "the old crowd." The people I went to college with, the people in my reserve unit then especially, and the people I was in the service with. A lot of them have passed on recently. In my own extended family, there have been some health issues, and now I find out my brother in law up in Baltimore, whom I have always liked, has a brain tumor and he's done for. He's a year older than I am. I make it a practice not to wring my hands about things like health issues , or other "age related" things. It's a part of life you just have to accept. But I tell you, it does drag a fellow down when your peers start crossing the rainbow bridge all around you.
When you get to the age that most of the people in the obituary column are your contemporaries , it does change your attitude about some things. Should you stop getting new animals, in case you croak and they don't have anyone to care for them? Should you stop buying things like books, because it just means more work for the kids when they have to get rid of your things.
Twenty years or more ago, there was a woman who wrote a column for the Atlanta Journal. She was an old lady, one of the old school Southern upper class ladies you don't see much anymore. Her little column was just about thoughtful things. One of them was written about going to an estate sale after her best friend died. All the things that meant so much to her friend, were just laid out on tables and people were rummaging through them. Even back then, when I was still relatively young, the thought of that horrified me.
Like the old viking, when you get past your mid sixties you probably should give some planning to wrapping things up. I'm not talking about estate planning, just how your lifestyle should be modified. I still have as much work to do up here as ever, but it takes me longer and leaves me worn down to the nub. I don't mind it, but it's certainly a constant reminder that I'm getting on.
I'm not about to go, as far as I know, and I'm going to keep doing the things I enjoy as long as I can. Life is pretty good for us up here, and we might as well live it the way we want to as long as we are able.
Wire Note: I found three comments in the spam filter, dating back to the first week of December. Posted them Tonight. I don't see any reason for them to have been routed to spam. Sorry it took me so long to find them.
I thought I might have a new ferret here soon. My wife saw an add in the paper , where someone needed to sell their ferret. I called them, because that's a recipe for disaster. People buy ferrets without a clue to the expense and effort it takes to care for them. When I called the lady, she was really nice, and said she was sorry, but she had already sold her ferret. But, she said the people were nice, middle aged people who already had a ferret, and wanted a companion for him. So I was relieved that turned out well.
(the ferret paintings are by Stef. She's linked on the side board.)
I got an email from a salesperson at SOG today, saying she didn't know why the phones there didn't forward me on to a sales person, or why my emails were returned. I sent them one this morning, and she responded right away. Glad to know they are not going under, there aren't many outfits like that left. I missed the sale on the Mosin Nagant pistol ammo, though.