|Crusty, dusty, but still rolling.|
There was that whole debacle of growing up in the 60's and 70's, back when, as Jerry Seinfeld says, we were like raccoons to our parents. They knew one was around, but they never really connected with it.
Then there was that whole "Lost Decade" thing I went through in my 20's, and the depths of a divorce and two career changes in my 30's. Yeah.....things could have went a lot worse, or could have ended a long time ago.
So, while I may downplay the importance of this day, I would be remiss to not make note of it as well. I'm not the only one that matters here. No- I am connected to many others, and some care about me. So, you may want to know that today I am marking the big "Six-Oh!" Let the jokes and derogatory comments about aging commence!
I've no big plans for this day. It's hard to make plans like some do- like riding your age in miles, or what have you- because January can be so unpredictable, inhospitable, and downright stupid to do things like that. So, I may roll wheels, I may just hang with family, or both. I am a blessed man. Very.....very blessed.
Actually, to mark the occasion I may get my hair cut. First time in almost a year. COVID-induced long-hair-ism, you could say. It's not a good look, lets just say that. I'll likely have to talk Mrs. Guitar Ted into the shearing duties. We'll see......
Anyway, once again, I thank you all for stopping by to read here. It is much appreciated, and I hope you all have been enjoying the blog.