Transformation

Another predicted rainstorm (complete with thunder and lightning), another "no show." Who knew? Light drizzling, mosquitoes, flies, high humidity ... we all know the drill.

Typical Heatwave Hottie

Well, as mentioned previously in the "blog," I probably have about 20 years left before I am gone for good. In reviewing my ancestry, I have noted that only one "blood" uncle has actually lived to be 90 years old, that being Uncle T. All of my other uncles, "blood" or non-"blood," have passed on before their 90th birthdays. Causes of death, usually unnatural, mostly cancer. Pops, of course succumbed at 77 years of age.

Typical Young Hottie

So, there really is little time. My "good years" are dwindling. I would say that, between 65 and 68 years of age, a rapid advance to old codgerdom will occur. Depressing, to say the least.

Typical Compulsive Hottie

Should I not be attempting to experience anything and everything before it's too late? Unfortunately, I have no desire to desperately "live" my few remaining "good years." Attitudes really change rapidly after 50 years of age. The compulsion fulfill oneself dimishes.

Typical Tourist Hottie

What could I possibly do anyway? Travel? I have no desire to be a tourist with hundreds of morons. Chase babes? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! Well, you get the picture.

Silence, Little Lamb!

The only hotties for old coffers are imaginary ones, like the hotties of Summer. The only "action" is accomplished through manual stimulation of the Vienna Sausage using one or both hands. Seriously, what is the point of living beyond age 60 years?

Typical Summer Hottie

Nonetheless, I am thankful for the hotties of Summer. I can live vicariously through them and ignore my increasing decrepitude. Oh, the hotties of Summer!