June 22

Not much going on around here. The most pleasurable and exciting thing that has happened so far today is watching the sun come up. Did you ever notice how quick that happens? First you see a tiny bit edge up over the trees across the way then wamo bamo it's all up staring at you like an evil eye. If you look away when it first starts it's move, you can miss the whole thing. It changes the whole world in the blink of an eye. To me, when the sun gets up, a new day has officially begun. When it's cloudy and the sun is obscured, it's a free day. One of the days where you read or such stuff. They are so nice you don't even care about an official start.

In case you're thinking, because I find so much pleasure and excitement in the raising sun, that maybe I ought to get a life.........shame on you! I have one! That is the main reason I find so much excitement and pleasure in seeing the sun rise another time.

When older age takes things from you it does it in a very stealthy manner. During yesterdays walk to the mailbox I finally took notice that I had not been getting my second wind on for some time now. I noticed it again as I was mowing the lawn and carrying the ladder around cleaning out the gutters. It causes a need to slow down and wait for the original one to catch up. Wonder when that left me? I can't believe it took this long to notice it's absence.

There was times in my younger years when I would never have finished a thing or two had it not been for my second wind. Lucky I don't quite do things now like I did back then. I'd rather think it is because of a lack of desire than lost abilities.

I'm not sure if it is the older age or something else but for some reason my desire to type this has quietly slipped away. Feel a little sorry for all of us that the desire didn't evaporate right after the first two words, 'not much'. I think they aptly describe the contents. I think I'll slip away too. I'll slip down to the dock, pick up a fishing rod and see if I can catch it back.

Old age is like climbing a mountain. You climb from ledge to ledge. The higher you get, the more tired and breathless you become, but your views become more extensive. -Ingmar Bergman