This pastel from my statues series is called, "Ah, Youth..."
I'm using it for this blog because I'm feeling old and cranky. I always get this way when my body decides it has had enough. Various sections are shutting down. It's not fair. I eat too much, but it's always healthy, five-a-day, fiber-licious food. No fried foods, a minimum of red meat. A soupcon of vodka. I exercise a minimum of 30 minutes a day. And I think good thoughts. Really.
So why am I limping, unable to climb stairs without pain, and dealing with two tears in my rotator cuffs. It isn't as if, as my husband pointed out, I just pitched a no-hitter.
Life is a bowl of mole.
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