Word of the week. Before you start using it in conversations, read about it here.
In other aging-related news, thanks to Ronni Bennett for recommending Positive Momemtum to her readers earlier this week. I “met” Ronni through a Wall Street Journal essay she wrote. I wrote and asked her for some blogging suggestions and she was very generous with her time and insights. Her outstanding blog is titled “Time Goes By” and I highly recommend it to anyone that is getting older. Note that her header is one of the best in the blogosphere.
Please don’t tell Ronni I’m only 48.5 years old because all the bloggers she’s recommended are supposed to be 50+. However, maybe I only think I’m 48.5. Maybe I lost count somewhere like one sometimes does in “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall”.
Like a Cuban pitcher, maybe I’m older than I’ve been thinking these last several years. I mean how else to explain this piece of recent mail?
I can’t share with you, my loyal blog readers the first thought that came to mind when I read this piece of mail, without losing the respect of my mother, one of the people whose respect means the most to me, because she finds swearing offensive and objectionable.
Maybe there’s a way around this conundrum. Here’s a hint. My knee-jerk reaction was to say the same thing I said to a running friend recently when he wondered aloud whether my friends and I may have deserved to have a can of beer thrown at us while cycling single file on the edge of the road.
Loss of ability to smell? Hearing loss? Loss of mobility? That’s how you warm me up for your “free” products?! For your information, I just did a little 119 mile bike ride around the Puget Sound. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Send another mailing like that and you’ll be the one’s needing additional security.