The goal of this enterprise is to make turning 60, which I did in my sleep this morning, a most rewarding milestone. Why would anyone care? Because if I can do it, so can you.
I am of the Dylan Thomas school of thought, promising since first verbalization not to go gently into that good night. So I could be in a millstone frame of mind today. But I am not — in part because I am in New York City overdosing on four-days of camaraderie and theatre — Stomp, Memphis, God of Carnage, Hamlet and whatever I can get into with some white-haired supplication at the box office on Saturday — with a contingent of my nearest and dearest, 18 of us in all.
Further, this blog idea charges my batteries. Every day for one year, beginning now, I will send out my inner sow to root around for the truffle of the day - what some might call the WOW factor. Imagine! Finding something wonder-filled about every single day of my 60th year as well as 60 reasons to be glad I turned 6-OH (see sidebar category) well, let's just call it a diversionary mission.
With the Big Stop Sign looming ever closer down my personal highway, I will use this blog to think not about the WD40 I wish someone would invent for achy joints or the body I'd like to turn in for a new model — how 'bout Cash for Carcass Clunkers? Instead, at least here and with luck once a day (but no promises), I will share my truffles as well as the odd rumination and occasionally some slop. Which may well have to do with WD 40.
If you know someone approaching the Big 6-OH! or someone already there who might like some company, pass this on...
P.S. Thanks to Jocelyn Urban for taking such a nifty photo of our kids