Today being the first day of deer season caused my daily walk to begin at 5:00 instead of 5:30. I wanted to keep it in the dark and before shooting time. Had my headlight on bright and kept it moving from side to side so to be better seen. Sure didn't want some trigger happy hunter to mistakenly shoot Glenda's dear.
I've heard that you'll never hear the shot that gets you so I'm either dead or there wasn't any before season opening shots. I don't feel dead and as far as feelings go I don't feel 68 either so what does that tell me? .......NOTHING.
Giving that a little thought I guess I do feel 68 but it must not be the way my formally perceived thoughts of how an old man would feel. It isn't hard to be old at all. Good is the way God's design allows some abilities and moves to disapear a tiny little bit at a time so as not to hardly be noticed. In case you do think about some of the losses you'll not be able to figure out when they left.
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I intend to live forever. So far, so good.~Steven Wright
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