Living On The Edge
it's still there, but it changes with time
as life goes on, the edge changes
I look back on my younger years and am often amazed that I’m still vertical and breathing.
That is not false modesty. That is a medical mystery with shoes on.
In recent years, I’ve had some health issues quite a bit more serious than the normal senior annoyances that come with being in your eighties. You know the ones. The knee that files a complaint. The back that goes out more often than I do. The body parts that apparently held a secret meeting and voted to become independent contractors.
During some of those tough stretches, my daughter has usually reminded me that I long ago used up my allotted nine lives. According to her, this is because I spent most of my life living too close to the edge.
