The gray streaks are getting wider in my beard. Things are starting to break. I think I may actually be starting to feel my mileage in this human suit.

A few weeks ago, while doing nothing spectacular, I twisted my right knee in such a way that I knew I wouldn’t be walking it off. After some x-rays and an MRI, it was determined I had a torn meniscus which would require surgery to fix. It took so many weeks to get into the operating room, I became used to my pimp strut with the cane.

Tonight as I am writing this, I have been out of a job for a week to heal after surgery. Tomorrow I see the doc for a followup visit to check out his work.

I’m no longer walking with a cane, but I’ve been taking it easy – so much so, that I haven’t left my house for seven days! Since I am too ADHD to sit down long enough to watch anything on TV, I spent my time on the umteenth redesign of this website. I can see it has become to me, what my dad’s RC airplanes were to him at my age.

As mentioned already, I’m getting old. I already know the staff at physical therapy, since I broke my stupid spine a few years ago when I tried to pick up the front end of a riding mower. The new knee injury should get them excited to lock me in for a couple more months of billing.

With 2 years left to go until 50, I know some of you will scoff and say I’m still a youngin’. I get told that all the time, but you same folks will exclaim, “No shit, you’re getting old,” whenever I break off a new part.

Hopefully, the doctor will give me a note to get back to work tomorrow. I’m curious to see how this altered knee does. Meanwhile, I will not be surprised at the next injury I’ll get, probably as I’m yawning in a chair.

They aren’t lying when they say getting old ain’t for wimps!