From My Brother on life, death, and growing old.
“The alarm went off at five this morning like it has for the last umpteenth years. I got up like I always do, started coffee, turned on the IPad to read about the latest disaster foreign and domestic. That’s when I noticed my middle finger on the left hand one of my bird fingers was in a perpetually bent down position. Was God getting me back for all the birds I had flown to people over the years?”
The alarm went off at five this morning like it has for the last umpteenth years. I got up like I always do, started coffee, turned on the IPad to read about the latest disaster foreign and domestic. That’s when I noticed my middle finger on the left hand one of my bird fingers was in a perpetually bent down position. Was God getting me back for all the birds I had flown to people over the years? Then it hit me……Freaking arthritis. Are you kidding me? Old age has happened and no matter how many sports cars I could buy would change that. I’m not complaining about getting old, it’s just the way life is. You live, you die.
There is a picture of my cousin Kim and me that I walk by every morning and for some reason this morning after I finally got my finger to straighten…
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Ravings of a Mad Southerner 
I see that your brother also has a sense of humor 🙂 It definitely helps as we grow old and our body starts acting up.
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I enjoyed your brother’s post. I left a comment but it may have perished as I am on a train and I lost the comment in a tunnel!
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The golden years!
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A wonderful write by your brother! HA! 🙂 !!! Thank you for sharing it with us! Growing more well-seasoned it quite the adventure! 😉 😀
You are a talented writing pair of brothers!
(((HUGS))) to both of you!
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Thanks, I wish I had his sense of humor.
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