I'm fine with it. I'm in the 'New 30' Club. Didn't you know fifty is the new thirty? Oh, you hadn't heard? Well, now you know. Anyhoo, it's a number and I'm fine with it. But my back. Ah, my back. It isn't so fine.
Long ago, when I was in my 'three-O's', I was in a minor car accident. Minor I tell ya! But I ended up being out of work for 4 months. The doc said I was healed, but I have always thought that doc was a quack. Ever since, I've had periodic flare-ups. Since starting the farm, I've pulled my back out three times. Each recuperation time was at least three weeks.
So, something has to give.
I've not been posting because I was wishing that it wasn't true. You know - Peter Pan and Mary Poppins and all those characters who have told us that if you wish hard enough things just might come true. Well the wishing hasn't helped a bit. Hard work, re-focusing, re-adjustment, different planning... those things are working.
We still have the farm. We still have magical sunsets. We still have space to do THINGS, those things are just different than what I had first thought.
Fifty has not started off as I would have hoped. But it will be fine. It's just a transition, a change. Now when we think of something, the first considerations are: How much bending? Lifting? How heavy? We'll get there.
So stay with us, and watch the transition.
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