Celebrating my vices
It’s
official I am a geezer. If there is any consolation for getting old I now get
some passive income and a free fishing licence. So now all I need is time to go
fishing. Today I’m going to celebrate my vices. I got a wee bottle of a top
shelf bourbon Woodford Reserve to drink out a nice hand blown glass my friend
Jen Drysdale gave me. I’m going to toast my buds at USU that introduced me to
American whiskey. I’m going to smoke a
Cohiba cigar in honour of my dad who smoked El Producto’s when we went fishing.
Going to think of smoking my first Cohiba with Doc in Italy and thanks to my
daughter Robin for giving me some from her humidor. I’m going to chase the
bourbon and cigar with a Bone Shaker IPA. I was introduced to IPA by Donovan
Palmquist while building the wood kiln.. I’m going to finish my book “A
Moveable Feast” by Ernest Hemingway and think of my Uncle Jimmie. He paid for
my working in the pottery with any book I wanted. That started a live long love
of the written word. I’m going to grill
a beef tenderloin wrapped in bacon and think of my two brothers in the province
of my birth- Alberta. I’ll cook some broccoli, carrots and a baked potato just
because I heard vegetables are good for you and I wanna stick around a little
longer to see the loves of my life my two kids and 3 grand daughters get old too.
There is an
other advantage of ageing. They think you’re senile anyways so why not let them
think you’ve really lost it. At age 65 I
think I need a stronger word. How did this sneak up on me????
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