Well, one is a new term that has moved into my life. It a decrepit sign of the times. And, the journey was another sign. The other is an off topic weekender view.
I mentioned in the blog the other day that my life’s journey was going to now include dentures. My folks got them late in life and I’m joining the club. They seemed normal and didn’t bitch about it. I wish they had. It isn’t a pleasant experience. I’d at least had a bit of warning.
The day kicked off with a pre-dawn drive down the toll road. Along the way sat a trooper’s car with lights flashing ahead. Slowing I saw a nice buck with a good size rack laying on the shoulder. This is deer country. I’ve had them in my back yard and the nasty neighbor just totaled a car about two blocks from the house when he hit one. Saw him yesterday walking from the car with a crutch. Fall around here has them moving from hunting pressure and being in rut. They do it annually instead of our constantly