Officially a Senior Citizen

 When I reached the milestones of 30, 40, 50 and 60, it didn't much matter, I always felt the decade that one became officially 'old' so to speak was 80. For some reason 80 just sounds old, despite the fact, that to those individuals who are decades younger than me, I AM OLD. Ha ha, again, you're only as old as you feel so why let a number get in the way? Well, indeed that's my mantra and I'm sticking to it. 

Five or 6 years ago, on one of my first winters in Myrtle Beach when I was a relatively new golfer, I was at Whispering Pines driving range. As I was leaving the course, a fellow driving away, stopped and asked if I scared away all the men, ha ha, there were quite a few when I came to the range but as I left, none were left. Maybe I did scare them away with my crazy swing!! I proceeded to ask the fellow leaving the course, how is game was. He said, actually pretty good, I didn't quite shoot my age but it's the closest I've been. He then proceeded to tell me he was 92 and shot 94. I let him know how impressive it was and told him there was hope for me. So there you go, it's just a number. Shooting my age? Good grief, that's just a fantasy.

This year, the girls decorated up the golf cart and the day couldn't have been a better one for a birthday round. Thanks, Linda, Karen and Carol. Definitely a fun round!

It has been far too long since I have posted, Covid has been around for over a year and a half and has taken a tremendous bite out of family time and gatherings. Will things ever return to the norm? That post remains for a bit yet as I think about it. 

In the meantime, 65 is here and I'll embrace it readily.