I'm past 60 where life seems a little quieter, more patient, less demanding, less contentious. Folks long gone are more remembered; childhood is more missed, youth is forgiven. With the grey hair, that I'm still vain enough to dye, has come the understanding that life isn't forever and if I have something left to do, I better get with it.
Got a new lawnmower. Everything around here runs on diesel so getting gas for a gas-powered mower is a big production. The cowboy solution is motorless. I was quite proud of being so environmentaly conscious but oh my it does take longer. No problem when lawnmowing is woman's work, I guess.
My cowboy and Bachgen the dog put it together. Josephine checked it out and I pushed it.