Today was the first day of my sixtieth year… no, not sixty yet, just getting started. But if today is any indication of the rest of the coming year, we’re going to be fine. Very lovely day, did very little in the morning except drink coffee and look at old pictures, rested all afternoon from the intensity. Am very happy in the Nashville area hanging out with my childhood friend Vanessa, whose been my friend for about 50 years. Our parents were dear friends, her brother was my good friend growing up, her cousins are all good friends. Lots of friends. Here we are, back in the late 70’s.
L to R. Vanessa, Fernando, Carolyn & Bill, Vanessa’s dear paernts, yours truly, and some dude who’s name escapes up both. This picture was taken in 1978 in Jajapla, State of Mexico, where we spent countless happy days.
Had another cool birthday surprise, and that was lunch with Vanessa and out mutual friend Zulu, polo buddy dating back about 25 years to Millbrook PC. Hadn’t seen him since, and so nice to reconnect.. it really is the people connections in life that make it as special as it is.
And I continue to be quite in awe of what I’ve seen in Tennessee. Within only a few miles of downtown Nashville are some of the most beautiful horse farms in the country, and it was so nice to hang out in a barn for a while Van’s daughter rode her horse. The smells, the vibe, the everything that has to do with a barn is reminding me that perhaps that is where I belong, but for now I’m on this walk to Strawberry Fields, must focus.
Truly a great way to spend the day… I’m kinda glad my original plans didn’t work out… see below. Their loss, should have read their text messages… I’ll cut her some slack, I think she was on vacation, per her IG posts, but regardless, they lost a perfectly good opportunity to throw me a party… carpe diem, and read your damn text messages.
Have some catching up to do here.. statistics and such, and the couple of nice days I had approaching Nashville. Wish I had more time to write. Feeling really well, B’s are mostly healed. Still much warmer than normal, but nothing like the first few weeks. Looking forward to the mountain challenge coming up over the next few days, about a quarter of all the elevation changes for the whole trip will happen next week.
And an afterthought on the first paragraph (so I don’t have to re-write :-)… age to me is just a number, and if you take that number into too much consideration, you end up limiting yourself or those for whom you make decisions. If anyone, including yourself, says you’re too old to do something, don’t believe them. Believe in how you feel, believe in your capability, and forget all about the stinkin’ number. How many times have you heard “I’m too old to do that”? I don’t buy it. I’ll accept a medical condition, either physical or mental. I can accept other excuses, but don’t tell me you’re too old. That can be your birthday present to me…