Age has a strange way of creeping up on you....
There were those times when I looked forward to the weekends.....
To see things that I couldn't see during the work week.....
To smell those fragrances that can only be "observed" at country fairs....
These days, I see weekends as never-ending "projects" of mowing the lawn.....
Pulling the weeds....and making the yard presentable for those who will never see it....
I long for the Fall of the Year....when the weeds die back, the grass dies back..
And Saturday afternoons are full of college football, chicken wings and chips & salsa.
At what point in my life did I forget the days of climbing in the truck and heading out to points beyond....just because?
I don't know.
But I'm trying to find those days and memories to be included in my new-found, empty life.
Stay in bed or go out? I don't know........
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