It's a time of reckoning I guess, it seems I must submit to 'Father Time' and the relentless forces of nature.
I just found out that I am getting old...er...um...am old.:flushed:
When the Hell did this happen!!!:anguished:
My mind, my heart and my spirit are as young as ever, but this mortal coil is in decline.
I can no longer take the lead or even for that matter take any active part in our very physically and mentally (figuring out how to not get killed) logging endeavors.
Gardening and livestock maintenance are even beyond my physical endurances lately.
Every one (our clan of 14) assure me not to worry and to start taking things easy and enjoy my modelling more, but it certainly won't be "easy" for this
old 'cock-o-the rock' to stand down.:disappointed2:
I should feel lucky I guess that I am surrounded by oodles of family and love (10 Grand Kids). Especially my beautiful Missus without whom nothing good in my life
would have ever happened.
But this, as my wise Lady says is something I will have to tackle (mentally and emotionally) myself.
She is a hard taskmaster indeed, not surprising, considering the wringer I've put her through, taking her from a life of comfortable suburban
environs and well paying (and benefited) civil service positions to a far flung wilderness lifestyle devoid of any civilized assurances of survival or anything else for that matter.
Yet we have made our way against all odds and have raised quite a brood, nothing is ever easy and we've had our dips and peaks.
I know I must settle for a much more sedentary existence and I know already it won't be easy.
Just not to be able to take those long and arduous hunting treks any more pains me. Mamma says "grow up already and put the kettle on!"
I guess I'll have to work on modelling more:rolling:
Time for those fuzzy slippers I've had for ten years but have never worn.....Jim:worried:
:rolling:
I just found out that I am getting old...er...um...am old.:flushed:
When the Hell did this happen!!!:anguished:
My mind, my heart and my spirit are as young as ever, but this mortal coil is in decline.
I can no longer take the lead or even for that matter take any active part in our very physically and mentally (figuring out how to not get killed) logging endeavors.
Gardening and livestock maintenance are even beyond my physical endurances lately.
Every one (our clan of 14) assure me not to worry and to start taking things easy and enjoy my modelling more, but it certainly won't be "easy" for this
old 'cock-o-the rock' to stand down.:disappointed2:
I should feel lucky I guess that I am surrounded by oodles of family and love (10 Grand Kids). Especially my beautiful Missus without whom nothing good in my life
would have ever happened.
But this, as my wise Lady says is something I will have to tackle (mentally and emotionally) myself.
She is a hard taskmaster indeed, not surprising, considering the wringer I've put her through, taking her from a life of comfortable suburban
environs and well paying (and benefited) civil service positions to a far flung wilderness lifestyle devoid of any civilized assurances of survival or anything else for that matter.
Yet we have made our way against all odds and have raised quite a brood, nothing is ever easy and we've had our dips and peaks.
I know I must settle for a much more sedentary existence and I know already it won't be easy.
Just not to be able to take those long and arduous hunting treks any more pains me. Mamma says "grow up already and put the kettle on!"
I guess I'll have to work on modelling more:rolling:
Time for those fuzzy slippers I've had for ten years but have never worn.....Jim:worried:
:rolling:
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