Sands in your hourglass

How 'bout you, JSR III? What's your answer to your question?

Well as I said going in, more sand in the bottom. Probably why I started this thread as I get more retrospective as time goes by.

I've had a great life, 2 wives and 2 children and one step son. Five grandchildren all together.

Just came back from a primitive rendezvous at my gun club and got to spend 2 nights in a white canvas tent. We had a steak night on Saturday night with 45 folks and 8 dogs in attendance. It was a great time and everyone really enjoyed themselves. Waking up every two hours to feed the stove has left me a little tired but it was worth every minute.

I have learned to enjoy each moment and as many have stated, we realize more at this age that we just don't know how many of these moments we have left.

Great stories guys and gals, keep them coming.
 
Well. At 70, chances are that there is more sand in the bottom. Unless I live to 140+, which seems a little optimistic. My mom lived to 96, dad to 86, but he died from pneumonia, not old age... His dad lived into his 90s. If I'd known I was going to live this long, I'd of taken better care of myself when I was young!!!.

Still, I am still working, up at 5:30 work days, but college teaching is not that demanding, and off three months in the summer, and a month at Christmas. ... Nice job for someone my age, and gives me a little extra money for my two hobbies: number one... guns, mostly Smiths and Colts, and shooting reloading etc., and number two books. I have been an inveterate reader since childhood. I have thousands of books, some valuable, others valuable only to me.

Has age changed me? To a certain extent. I have a cabin in the eastern panhandle of WV, and have not been there nearly as much as formerly. I still shoot and reload, but focus more on new guns than formerly. I guess I have cut out some of my bad habits as well... I quit smoking cigarettes in 1978. I still enjoy a glass of wine or a craft beer with a meal, but have stopped heavy drinking years ago, I used to travel to Europe often, have not been for several years now... Still have places that I would like to go, just not as big a priority as before. For example, used to go to Russia to visit a Russian Police friend, but he passed away, and though I still have some friends there, it just would not be the same.

Anyway, I don't really think much about the sands equation. Just stay busy and live life one day at a time. By the way, I'm a four year cancer survived myself. Four years ago I wouldn't have predicted that I would be here typing this sentence!!!
 
Next month I'll turn 74. Hourglass-wise, I may have more sand than some poor soul who is now 40. I have been blessed overall, so even if I died next week, I've had a great life. The key to happiness is to have a great family, plus a lot of hobbies and interests. BTW, I do not believe in a afterlife.
What is different now? A "Lifetime Warrenty" is no longer a selling point.
 
I was at a low point in my assessment of my future a few years back, and got the crazy idea of having a face to face meeting with a feller who posts here. I drove 11 hrs, and he did about the same, from a different location.
That trip to Tulsa made a marked impression on me and I'll be forever indebted for the guidance that led me to make that drive, and the simple wisdom I gained from the conversation with that gentleman.
Sometimes the simplest thing can increase the value of each of those grains that are passin' by.
I don't regret my past, I know I had to go to all the places I've been to get right where I'm supposed to be.
 
I'm 61 so there's been a good deal of sand come down to the bottom. I've been blessed by reasonably good health, a good job for the last 31 years and a good woman. I have a few good hobbies and some pretty nice toys that take up a lot of my free time. Money doesn't seem to be a problem, well except the wife and the credit card but that's the only bill I get every month, everything else is paid for.

I hope there hasn't been a cat wondering around in the sand that remains. :rolleyes:
 
I haven't been feeling well since my pet monkey, the one I found outside that Army lab, bit me. Cough. Cough. Ebola was a strange name for a monkey, but that is what his tag said....
 
I'm 62, will be 63 in April, so most sand is in the bottom. I've learned that hate is silly and the only person it hurts is me. It's time to simplify my life, and I plan on doing that, starting in 2 months when I retire. I try to smile often, it makes you feel better inside, and it makes people wonder what you're up to. I still get angry about silly stuff, I ask for forgiveness and get away from the TV. I never watch news anymore, why should I get worked up about **** that has nothing to do with my life. I'm not worrying too much about my country. As bad as it can look, it will get by and remain. Heck, the big European powers are still there and they're a lot worse than us. I'm looking forward to gun shows, racing motorcycles, traveling, and I'd like to slow down enough to do a little crappie fishing, one of my late Mother's passions.
 
Sometimes the simplest thing can increase the value of each of those grains that are passin' by.
I don't regret my past, I know I had to go to all the places I've been to get right where I'm supposed to be.

Very well said sir.

Sometimes when my knees are hurting, the best deer crossing is 2 ridges away and it is getting light I have to replace the sand with a little pure D grit.
 
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