I turned seventy on Friday, an interesting experience, or non-event if you will. I didn’t feel any different than the day before, but there was something. To celebrate, I challenged my period rapier fighter group to an extensive day of fighting on today, Sunday.
I started off the morning, having an internal dialogue. My head woke up and said, “let’s go,” but my body said it was too early. Well that went on for a moment until my bladder entered the conversation and told both mind and body what we were going to do.
Once out to the field, it was a fine morning and we all had a great time. In a way, I was showing off; I mean, me, a seventy year old man fighting people about half my age. It was all good, and I came away with only two blood blisters. This afternoon, I will spend with my family and wrap up the evening with my favorite person, Patsy. Life is good (even though that is now a registered trade name).