'59 Mo

This morning, I wake up slowly, feeling the stiffness in my body, 'specially my arthritic knees...I stumble to the kitchen, start a pot of tea, then shuffle to the bathroom...feelin O.L.D.   I work with the elderly, so on mornings like this, it reminds me what's coming...and I wonder: How many more days do I got before someone's helping me with my A.D.L's (activities of daily living)?  Should they start sizing me for Depends?  Should I put a down-payment on a walker? 

I sip the tea and check in on my computer stuff.  Later, I'm off to do some grocery shopping.  Somewhere in the mid-morning, a feel some of the stiffness, the sluggishness, sloughing off...my body is warming up, like an old car that takes awhile...I'm a '59 Mo model...you do the math.

And  as the day progresses, I start feeling pretty good, actually.  I start planning my workout, start thinking about my dreams and aspirations, start feeling a little less creaky and more Carpe Diem.  And it occurs to me...yes, I'm older...middle-aged in fact...my chassis is banged up and I've suffered my share of dings and scrapes...but my slow starting engine, my engine is still pretty darn good...once it gets up to speed...I've taken pretty good care of the engine...

So, I may not be the shiniest, sportiest car on the lot these days, and though I have alot of both good and hard miles behindl...I'm still running strong...and I still got miles to go, good miles, yet left in me...before they haul my broke-down ass off to the scrap yard...

I'm a '59 Mo model...a classic...