Believe it or not, by the time this column reaches you I will be fast approaching another birthday. That leaves me only 28 years left to reach my personal goal of viewing the underside of the sod at 104. I one time wondered how one could spend the time when the years started adding up, but believe me, when I tell you, this no longer crosses my mind. I have been busy, busy, and busy.
This past week, you can imagine my frustration when for reasons, at the time unknown, I could no longer get access to the internet, leaving me hamstrung, out in the boonies, meeting the approaching deadline. But luckily someone suggested I put it on a disc, transfer it to their computer, and send it. So now you know, folks, the article that you read this past week was sent to you in a roundabout manner.
In the meantime folks, because of my once again birthday I am going to share with you an appropriate little poem, author unknown, which was sent to me, through earlier communications, by a longtime friend. It sure tells it like it is.
Another year has passed and we’re all a little older. Last summer felt hotter and winter seemed much colder.
There was a time not long ago when life was quite a blast. Now I fully understand about “Living in the past.”
We used to go to weddings, football games and lunches. Now we go to funeral homes and after funeral brunches.
We used to have hangovers from parties that were gay. Now we suffer body aches and while the night away.
We used to go out dining, and couldn’t get our fill. Now we ask for doggie bags, come home and take a pill.
We used to often travel to places near and far. Now we get sore bottoms from sitting in the car.
We used to go to nightclubs and drink a little booze. Now we stay home at night and watch the evening news.
That, my friend, is how life is, and now my tale is told. So enjoy each day and live it up, before you’re too damned old.
This past week I have spent pairing off my canaries and fancy bantams, in preparation of the coming breeding season, as early hatched, more mature, chicks have a much better chance of winning in the show ring next September.
At this very moment, as I type this, my grandson has called up the stairs, stating “Grandpa, the ground is covered with snow.” Seems to me that it’s time to dig out the snow boots.
Take care, ‘cause we care.
barrie@barriehopkins.ca
519-986-4105