How wonderful it is to be 60. Old enough to have a lot of memories, but still young enough to be effective and productive, there's little I can't do that I once could and that which I don't I probably never should have anyway. More ladies look more beautiful to me than they ever did, from young to old (although I wish they'd drop the tattoos). By and large I have more empathy for my fellow man than I did in years gone by and I have clearer picture of what I find acceptable or otherwise, and how I like to conduct myself, with less chance of stuffing up.
A highlight for me this week was Robbie's 25th birthday. He's nearly finished his honours degree. It was a pleasure which suprised me with its depth as I lit the Weber for our Sunday roast and reflected on our success, to have our youngest child reach a quarter of a century. Both Gord and Rob are fine citizens. We are all in good health, touch wood. There's much to be thankful for in our bountiful lives and garden. And not least is good friends and neighbours.
There's nothing remarkable about our achievements, many people raise kids successfully and have harmonious families, including grandchildren which Meredith and many friend's enjoy, that we have not as yet, but I'm pleased when I reflect.
The two young fools who sped past me on trail bikes in Cockatoo this evening on my way home, missing me and an oncoming car by inches, made me realize it can be over in a flash. It would only take a car or truck coming the other way to deviate a few feet. It happens. I watched Australian Story last night. Rod Laver had a stroke at aged 60 and would have died had he not been 100 metres from a specialist emergency hospital. I'm happy to go to bed each night, and get up in the morning. I have no great expectations from here on.
Goodnight.
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I took a few this morning Lesly, much of the show has passed its best but you'll get the idea. There's still some late mollis to come.
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