We talk about getting older

"I'm getting old, Maia."

We had played minitature golf (there's a small course at our hotel), and she had wanted to play again. She's still bent over from the injury to her side where Dr. Brent took cartilage to make her ear. But she's a trooper. She won't let things hold her back.

"I'm tired," I had explained.

She thought about this.

"You should exercise," she said.

"Because it will keep me young?" I asked.

She nodded.

Our ages are a worry to her.

I do need to exercise.

John, Thursday, June 11, 2009