"Getting into shape" gets harder as one gets older. (Maybe I should say, "gets impossible!")
Exercise makes me hungry.
As Joanna and I walk through the park, we see people stopped and talking along the way. Everyone is so relaxed and friendly. As we were walking last night, I said to Joanna, "Those people look old!" Then I realized they are probably thinking the same thing about us. In my head I am still a young man.
When you are healthy, retirement is really like being at a Dude Ranch.
It's hard to follow my sports teams live when I am away from home.
There is an endless supply of birdlife to observe here in Florida.
Joanna bought me a special flashlight to shine into trees to catch glimpses of owls at night.
Doesn't that pretty much guarantee I will never hear another owl again this winter in Florida?
If I leave the awning out on the bus overnight, it is certain to thunderstorm. (Like last night)
If I forget to bring my cell phone with me, it guarantees someone will call.
My elementary music teacher, who is 92, advised me to develop some young friends. Very good advice!
I have become a big fan of the New York Post, especially the sports. (And I no longer watch TV news.)
It doesn't feel like Christmas without at least one decoration.
Swimming is great exercise if the pool is the right temp. My rag doll body prefers 85 degrees. Here it is the right temp. and I will try to go every day!
Christmas cards are almost done. I am winging it as my official Christmas card list is at home. If you don't get a card from us this year, please cut me some slack!
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