A Fine 'Whine'

As you can see, I had to redecorate the place a little. What do you think? You know how it is, after living in the same virtual space for so long you have to spruce things up a bit. Besides, I could barely read my own posts with that color scheme I had. The eyes just ain't what they used to be. And neither is anything else for that matter! I am slowly but surely feeling the onslaught of time. I think when you reach a certain age (for me it must have been 38!) the warranty on your caboose expires. Seems like everything starts to break. Mine started last year with the flat feet. Then it was the bunions. Now it's the knees and the eyes. I was prescribed glasses a few years ago to reduce the strain on my eyes because I'm always looking at a computer monitor. I hardly wore them until recently. I find myself wearing them every day. They definitely help reduce the fuzz around the words!

The one thing I don't mind is the gray hair. Can you believe that? I want to be one of those sexy black men who has that salt and pepper hair. But with my luck it will just be a nappy gray clump! I was hoping my silver locks would come in gradually but apparently they are on some kind of accelerated schedule. I looked at my head one day and it was like a bumper crop had sprouted up! So the gray is coming in but on a far decreasing surface area. Yes, the specter of pattern baldness continues. I have noticed that my poor barber Nick is having increased difficulty hiding it when he gives me a line across the front. It's like trying not to see the elephant in the room! And the BIG clue that I'm feeling my age is that I don't understand kids these days! But I will save that for another journal entry.