I have a small, laminated card I carry which sums up my feelings pretty well. Wish I knew who to credit this to.
The clock of life is wound just once
And no man has the power
To tell when the hands will stop
At late or early hour
To lose one's wealth is sad indeed
To lose one's health is more...
Picked up a safe from Tractor Supply. Not high end by any means but will serve my purpose. Son and I just moved it upstairs. I'm sweating like a hooker in church meanwhile he looks to have walked down the driveway for the mail. Sucks getting old.
While mowing on my brother's fancy zero turn mower, couldn't help but think about all the days as a young boy spent with Grandpa on his Allis Chalmer pulling a brush hog. He'd mounted a seat on the left fender so I could ride with him. The day he said "let's switch seats" and let me drive...
I haven't even installed the Serbian Red hand guard and triangle stock I bought and you're trying to get me into the complete walnut furniture set (I prefer the dark walnut). You, sir, are an enabler ;)