Every day is a good day but sometimes you really have a good day, isn't it all relative??? the alternatives are grim or are they???
Right now I have a brother-in-law, double wooden nickel 55, on his death bed for sure, cancer city.
I made this realization last week on my day off, I was touching up some stucco work and when I finished I hung some sheet rock in my garage. I was wasted to say the least, right then I said to myself, there is no way I could build another house myself. I would need at least 2 helpers, I would be the cutter and the finger pointer.
In two months I hit 62, I can't believe it. My knees are shot but they are still natural, I only ski 2-3 hours in a day now, running is a thing of the past but I can still ride the bike, can't rock climb anymore but hey, life is good
