if you asked me what I want to do when I grow old, the answer would be: “I haven’t got a clue.” But, in one short year, I will turn eighty. I’ll be an octogenarian. If the years don’t make me old, that label certainly will.
Okay, here I have to be straight with you. As I consider my own future, I’m going to take you with me. Perhaps we’ll get a glimpse into what lies ahead. Continue reading “Birdwatching”