I woke to my 59th birthday thinking I had to try to do something more than nothing. There was severe dysfunction in the legs, but the decision was made. I laughed at the idea that there was this thing called a birthday--a day when "who" or what was born? 2 specks of spit got together and formed a zygote that split, and did that 50 times to make about 100 trillion, and that ever-changing thing was considered me. The constant dying and replacing that has taken place over 59 years is still called me, but there is no one here that believes that--even with a collection of memories that hold together the idea--I just go along for the ride. In honor of an idea, I took the trek. The price was paid in pain and weakness, but this ego wanted to make a movie that showed the beauty that is Colorado. I had hoped to make it to the top, but I had a body that was failing and a young man relying on me to pick him up from work. It's good I had the latter need, or I might have gone to the top and paid a bigger price. That is for another day. With Love....
What a rhythm! The juggling is mighty fine too. Happy 59th. Looking good for an old guy. Keep at it, brother. You're an inspiration.
stough1947 1 year ago
Happy Birthday, baby brother. You make me so proud! Keep up the great entertainment!
I love you!
GreekGodMom 1 year ago