Runnin’ out of room here
Satchel Paige said “Don’t look back, something might be gaining on you.” To which Byron the Quokka added, “Don’t look too far ahead, either.”
Well, gotta look somewhere…
I’m still waiting for the Far Left crackup, when they’re finally destroyed by their own insane destructive policies. It would be so glorious to see that! We can but pray for it: God has already scheduled it, but kept the date to Himself.
Think “David slays Goliath”…
P.S.–No, it’s not my birthday. That was a couple weeks ago.
Funny how all those birthdays that made us think “Wow, am I old” seem now to be part of our distant youth. 😏
Oh to be 65 again!
When I turned 65, many sent birthday greetings. Some asked me how I felt. After reminiscing about my new age, I replied.
Well, let’s see … I would be 455 years old in dog years, 89 or 90 or maybe 91 in Filipino years (Filipino time is never on time), and about 39, according to the way I count my years. The older you get the less happy you are when each birthday comes around … and you feel like that, at least until you get to around 80 or so, for by then you are happy to have been around for another year. Now, with each year that passes, I spend time counting each new pain in my body I did not have on my previous birthday. I am now up to 345 new pains, which I did not have when I was twenty. Now, with being so old, each birthday does not come once a year, because the time goes by so fast, it’s about once every 4 months or so. And my next birthday should be in about 3 months. I am not old, for me, old-age is always 20 years older than I am; and because time goes by so fast, I should hit old age in about 5 years or so.