You know you are getting old, when..

At the deer lease we have a group page which we
can communicate via our cell phones.
Knocked down a buck last season and couple of the guys
text in...."let's go help the old man load his deer".

Kinda whizzed me...but...
Back in camp around the fire it was determined I WAS
the old man in camp....most of the other hunters are 20 + years my junior.

Glad they look out for me...
 
Now when I'm on the floor for whatever reason I have to put both hands on the floor and contort somewhat to get up. I used to pop right up. Putting on socks almost requires a stunt person to come in and help reach my dawgs, while my wife can stand on one leg (without leaning on anything) and put her socks on while balancing! It seems like every car I pass at night have their bright lights on even if they aren't. And my latest issue is for some reason I am having trouble finishing a sentence because I CANNOT recall the word I'm looking for! So frustrating..and I hate that pause while I try to find it.

Roger
 
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