Here at the end of the year, I'm happy to see a bit of sun . . . and happier still to be walking, at least some of the time, without the cane. I'm also chafing at the bit to get outside . . .
This period of invalidity has given me new and disturbing insights in what lies ahead . . . so many limitations. In 2013, I'll turn 70 (if nothing don't happen) and while folks keep saying that 70 is the new 60, 50, 40, and while I know it's just a number, the fact remains . . .
So I'll be making it my business to see and do and enjoy as much as I can . . . to work on what I hope will be my best book yet but to keep time for the other things that complete my life -- more time with friends and family, more photography, another garden. . .
As I pack away the Christmas decorations today, I'll be thinking ahead to blue skies and the coming year. May it be the best yet for all of us and for our beleaguered world.