Ah the Golden Years. Those Years I longed for. To be able to kick back and swing in my hammock; To stay up late and watch a movie with my Wife, and sleep in as long as is needed; The days when I could fish and not have a care in the world. "What the bleep"! What kind of day dream was I having anyway?
The reality isn't exactly like that. After years of punishing my body repairing ag tractors I have my fair share of aches and pain. Let see: I run the snow blower yesterday, and I hurt all day and today.
Our dishwasher went down so we purchased a new one. Should I have it installed? "Nah" I can do that, but how could installing a dish washer hurt that bad? I shouldn't have bought a house on a hill, mowing the lawn really hurts, but its good for heart I tell myself. I couldn't get anyone to install my sprinkler system, but Hell, how hard could that be?
Well at least I know now that I won't be installing my my own windows, nor will I install new siding nor will I be putting the shingles on the roof my self. I have willing spirit, but an unwilling body. Besides when will I ever go fishing?
Its a good thing my mind still works, at least I think it does. Ah but life is still good, and it defiantly beats the alternative.
Can anybody relate?