At my age what I find is funny is that every morning I wake up and don't know what to expect.
Traveling aches and pains, mysterious comings and goings, sleeping good one night (only wake up three times) other times the melatonin doesn't work.
Awhile back I asked my family doctor about why he didn't study geriatrics. He said it drove him nuts because he would figure out one pain in a little old lady but four or five more would show up.
And that reminds me of my old cars that I had, nickle and dime, nickle and dime. Supposedly the body is worth 98 cents in chemistry. That sounds about right except the docs don't know that.
However, it's still worth it to me. At almost 91, I still have my mental ability enough to enjoy watching people's expression when I contort myself into the Miata and drive off, NOT like a little old lady peering under the steering wheel of her Buick.
I might not go while riding on two wheels but, hopefully, blasting the hell out the road in the Miata!
John, I'm not allowed to eat popcorn so that option is out.
