For quite a while I have been thinking and saying I am 73. I have even said so in a few of my posts. it came to me yesterday that that can’t be. The math doesn’t work out. I was born in 1947. This is 2023.

That means, good grief, I am 75. That makes me 3 quarters of a century. Where in the world have the years gone. A recent post made me think of when I was 12. To me, that does not seem that long ago. And just a while ago, my son reminded me was he was 50. If he’s old, that makes me ancient.

I don’t much like the way this age thing works. True, I am wiser, but I am older too.

Just another reminder, none of us lives forever, that is, until we go to live with Jesus. I think I will like that. However, I would like to hold on a little longer. I have grandchildren entering college. Never in the world did I expect to see that day.

Well, I guess it is what happens when a person lives long enough.