Don't Flirt the Covers

I found a number 2B Mitsu-Bishi pencil while walking a trail with my wife yesterday. Most of the markings on the pencil are in Japanese, other than it does have some English writing on it that reads 'Matured '.  At least one of us is.
Turning 60 this past summer has had me working through the 5 stages of Kubler Ross' grief model.
I made it through the 1st three just fine, and then kind of got stuck on the 4th. Yeah, a bit of depression. Nothing dramatic, just moping,, smiling less.  It is what it is.  So my oldest granddaughter and I were having a discussion on aging. One that a 7 year old could comprehend.  I told her everyone ages if they are lucky, and I am considered old. Well Sophie told me I wasn't really old, I was just young old.    It's ironic that I had to travel to the 'Land of the rising sun' to get a bit of sunshine back in my life.
I'm not complaining.  I have a beautiful family, a loving wife, and we all keep each other entertained.
As most of my Facebook friends know, I've had a bad cold for a few days now and this morning my wife let me know how she felt about me keeping her awake with sniffling, clearing my throat, and so on.  She turned to me this morning and asked, "Just how many sounds can a human possibly make."
I didn't skip a beat and replied "I've got 3 more that I'm saving for the big finale tonight."  Forty years together and we still have fun.
Well that's about it.  This Japanese pencil is beginning to dull, and my Son in law just came through the door with a personal pizza just for me.
Goodnight from Okinawa, Japan.

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