As the day approaches

Hard to accept that i have made it this far down the trail. I was hoping for 30, passed by 40, graying at fifty with dwindling hair, tried to retire at 60. Went off to war, distant oil fields, new islands, many new travels in and out of country. Retired at i think at 69. And now preparing to start my trip to the beaches of California, and any eye catcher along the way. For my 70th. All have to do is live 17 more days, drive a lot of wandering miles, buy a bottle of mimosa, and find a beach spot to sit, sip, and watch the sun come up.

If the fates don't interfere, that will mark the beginning of a new journey. The day to day life of being, the march to the unknown sunset. Anticipating the new, the living, the adventures, may it all be seen thru childlike vision. For i would rather see the porch, than to sit on it long enough for anyone to think i belonged there.

 I’d rather be the ship that sails-And rides the billows wild and free;
Than to be the ship that always fails-To leave its port and go to sea.
I’d rather feel the sting of strife,Where gales are born and tempests roar;
Than to settle down to useless life-And rot in dry dock on the shore.
I’d rather fight some mighty wave-With honor in supreme command;
And fill at last a well-earned grave, Than die in ease upon the sand.
I’d rather drive where sea storms blow, And be the ship that always failed
To make the ports where it would go, Than be the ship that never sailed.
Author Unknown