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    Silly old blog.

    getting all artsy on a beer bottle cap

    Life has been relatively angst-free lately. That and I’ve been keeping busy. I’m only posting because I can feel the mold growing on this page. I figure I’d better put something up or you’ll all move on to bigger and brighter pastures. There are so many bigger and brighter blogs to read these days. If I weren’t so old and wise (ha ha) I’d hang up my hat and say phooey! I can’t compete. But I know it’s not about competition. I do this because when I don’t do it, I miss it. Silly old blog.

    For no reason at all I’ve been thinking about turning 40.

    I was looking at the photos that Angella posted of me the other day. I know they are beautiful pictures of a mother and her child but of course my vanity took over and I couldn’t see any farther than my dry frazzled hair and my hopelessly-genetic double chin. (Don’t go look. I’m not linking on purpose.) This got me to thinking about how I’ve fallen hard off the daily-walking bandwagon (must get back on that, stat) and how I’ve been sort of perturbed at my body lately. So there’s that.

    But you know, I’m going to be 40 in four years. Middle age is here. I think I’m doing pretty good, considering.