Yesterday I headed out to the golf course her in Utah. There was no snow on the ground and I teed off at 10:30 am and walked the 18 holes. The greens were all temporary winter greens. I noticed something though. As I get closer to 70 years old I am not hitting the ball as far as I want to hit it. I bet it is a 30 or 40 yard difference with my driver. I have been working out, lifting weights, trying to get stronger but maybe what has been lost will be lost for good.
I have been reading some Agatha Christie books lately. Having retired from the practice of dentistry and now having a few hours a day where I can't do much, I read a book a day or so. Today is an interesting day though. It is my younger brother's birthday. So we are the same age, 68 years old, for two weeks and then I jump ahead.
One thing is for sure. I am in a different culture, a different world than I was in 20 years ago, and especially 50 years ago. It looks to me like a complete degeneration.
