BigDog Speaks

One day you look down and realize you can't see your shoes. Somebody has slipped a bunch of extra padding around your middle. You have to flatten out the wrinkles in order to shave or you resemble a deformed bottle brush. Looking in the mirror you notice the wrinkles are making inroads to your eye socket, what's up with baggy skin wrinkles you can see on your own face without a mirror?

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The wrinkles and the weight pales in comparison to going out and trying to do some real work, having not done any in a long time. When I say real work, I'm not talking the cheesy stuff, I'm talking about grunt and groan kind of work. Cutting down trees, chopping up the trees into man sized chunks. It should be noted the size of the chunks truly hinges on the man. I can REMEMBER a time when the chunks were stout and I had enough umph to grab them and go with them. That time is no more. Just working the chainsaw was tough so I made sure my chunks were PIECES that I could manage. I'm no longer interested in proving manhood via brawn, I'm content to work smarter since it is my only option. Bite size pieces of work followed by a cooling down resting period has become my norm. I have found the resting periods seem to be longer than the working periods and as the day progresses, the resting gets longer and is much more required. I spent half a day helping my son with some tree work. I figure it is going to take me two days to recover. I have places on me complaining that I can't remember hearing from before. Reality is a cruel master, I'm no longer as young as I think I am. Somewhere along the way, this whole aging thing has snuck up on me and beat me when I wasn't looking. Sneaky bugger. I just might have to rethink some of my chores and keep them more in tune with the rest of me. Have you had your dose of reality today? I've had mine!