I know it in the first two steps I take when I get out of the car.
I know it when I look in the mirror.
I know when I look at my calendar and see the number of Dr.'s appointments this month.
I know from how vein-y my ankles are.
I know when I pick up something over 20 pounds.
I know when I look at my hands.
I know because my driver's license tells me so.
I know because I hold the handrail when I go up steps.
Then today I got three pieces of mail and they were all from AARP.
A fine organization but I don't need that much mail from them to realize I'm old!
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- some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.
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