I'M ON A COUNT DOWN.

Friday morning and its not quite four. The weekend waiting right behind Friday. I have already went out on the front porch to look at the lights. The night surrounds me but here in our yard the festive colored lights make us look like Christmas. Its almost worth waking up at three just to stand in the silence watching the lights.

I am on a count down now. This is the tenth of December. It is officially fifty-two days until the numbers on my life chart change. Ugg. This sort of reminds me of watching the "Jerry Lewis Telethon." You know they would give a drum roll and the numbers would change. Showing a much higher amount than the previous one. That's sort of what my life has become. Each year a drum roll and the audience gasps as the number goes higher.

Now I don't want to make too much of a fuss. Gripe too much or the powers that be might decide to take me off the show. I really don't want that to happen. Its just this next number coming up I'm having a little trouble dealing with . So I'm asking, maybe pleading is a better word. That nobody, not one soul says the dreaded word out loud to me. Last years Birthday it took three months to get over the depression. I cannot handle an even bigger number.

So if I start wearing black mid-January don't think nothing of it. I'll just be in mourning. Mourning the lost years. All of us "Older folks" keep saying. "Where did the years go?" Well they certainly have went South for me. That old saying, "That youth is wasted on the young." Certainly hits the nail on the head.

I have also heard many times, "Grow old gracefully." I have never did anything graceful. I'm pretty sure I won't start now. For the trick in stopping the clock is to die. I certainly don't want to that. So I will suck it up. Do at least ten more leg rasies a day and pray for the best. Pray to win the lottery and have a full body lift. A face lift alone anymore just won't be enough.

So as I sit here sipping my tea, waiting for morning that is still a couple of hours away. I'm thinking maybe I should start Yoga up again. I'm just not sure these old bones will take it. My friend Evelyn across the street tells me she goes to the Health Club several times a week and goes swimming. She's going to be ninety-eight soon. I have got to get with the program.

I have left my words this morning under a rock that was laying on the ground here in Blogland. My arms feel to tired to toss them. I am hoping the wind comes along and blows them away. I am wondering if you age in Blogland? Does cyberspace have the aging process?" Hmmmm. If my words tossed to the wind stay forever the same. What about myself? Its food for thought anyway. I'm headed home. I'm outta here.