A Prime Number
The number of staples that they removed from my knee yesterday was 29. And 29 is a prime number. Any significance to that? I don’t think so.
I feel better having the staples removed and I think it will give me more flexibility for my rehab exercises. Michel, my therapist comes today, so we’ll see what happens.
Each year around Christmas time we arrange a meal at a local Mexican restaurant with some of the Expats that we worked with in Mexico. It’s a great time to renew friendships, catch up on the latest news, tell old stories, and dine on some delicious food. last evening we met at the La Campina Mexican Grill on Broad Street in Kingsport, TN.
Our gracious waitress was kind enough to take the following picture…
Now here I am at 72 years of age, and I don’t feel old. But I thought Dad was old when he turned 40. Funny about that, huh?
Age is an issue of mind over matter.
If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional. ~Chili Davis
Do not regret growing older.
It is a privilege denied to many.
A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.
How old would you be
if you didn't know how old you were?
~Attributed to Jacqueline Winspear
Joke of the Day
John bought Bertha a piano for her birthday. A few weeks later, a friend inquired how she was doing with it.
"Oh," said John, "I persuaded her to switch to a clarinet."
"How come?," asked the friend. "Well," Ole answered, "because with a clarinet she can't sing."