Here We Go, Again

Well, I said that I was going to try and write something every day. So, here I am on January 1 of 2015.

The furnace died yesterday and we've been heating the place with the gas stove in the family room and the oven and stove. It was cold when I got out of bed around 6:00am, but it's cozy in here now with the temperature in the kitchen at about 77. Julie says it's 57 in the bedroom.

In 2014 I turned 80. I find that hard to understand or accept. I remember talking about 80-year-olds when I was younger and bitching about their families letting them drive long distances. Yep. I drove to Atlanta, Georgia and back last week without any problems. Oh, I did get overly excited when I didn't know where I was supposed to go, but, generally it was all OK.

I never thought I'd live to be 80. In the Summer before Ernie Zenzen died he frequently said, "I won't see 80." He was 79 when he died. When I was younger I frequently said what Ernie said.  "I won't see 80." But, here I am. My Dad died at 67. Mom was 81. Why am I living so long?

I took one of those silly FaceBook tests the other day and it said I would live for another 19 years. Pretty funny.

I don't feel like I'm 80 ... although I'm not sure what that's supposed to feel like. I don't feel much different than I did when I was 50 ... except getting dressed is harder ... shooting baskets is almost impossible ... can't get the ball up there. My hearing is getting worse. Eyesight, too, especially in the night and in darker spaces in the house.

I'm not sure how far ahead I should plan. But, when I stop to think about it, I guess that's true for everyone. So, I plan for Mockingbird auditions, New York around Easter, and Maine next Summer.