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I have recently entered into my last year of being in my 60’s. Which is significant since it wasn’t all that long ago that I thought that 70 was it, THE END. Not surprising in this youth-worshiping age. I think it was generous of me to allow 70 to be my personal cut off point for age-related oblivion. Signing up for anything online where they ask your age gets you a drop down box where you choose your age. But it stops at 65+, because, obviously, once you are 65 and up it totally doesn’t matter how old you are, what you are is irrelevant. Some of those sign ups have you scroll for your birth year. Scrolling for 1948 is depressing, if it would scroll without your input you could go get yourself a glass of water, or something alcoholic, and still get back in time to click on 1948.

Probably 4 or 5 dogs ago I started declaring that “my next dog will be able to be bathed in the kitchen sink.” but it always seems to be big dogs that manage to worm their way into my heart. It has now occurred to me that if I ever get that little dog who can have a bath in the kitchen sink it will probably out-live me. Now that’s a sobering thought. This age thing is getting serious.

So what am I going to do in this last year of my 60s? I have a vague wanderlust, a hankering to go everywhere, see everything. And take pictures. Seems like I would need to pin that down a bit, or buy an RV. I never made a bucket list exactly, probably because I have seen a lot of the country over all these years. But if I had made a bucket list there would be only one place left on it, Key West. Not sure why exactly, except for the sunrises and sunsets. I have a vague notion of colorful little houses, and six-toed cats, but that’s about it for expectations. But I’m glad I blathered on about this because Key West is doable. All I need to do is get out of this chair…clunker