And so I’m seventy-one, today, almost three quarter’s of a century old. I feel like I should have something profound to say, but I’m coming up empty.
I am a little tickled, however, about a remark made regarding a comment I left on someones blog. “Are you a preacher or a science teacher? Cause sounds like you’ve got everything figured out.”
What a wonderful way to suggest that I’m a know-it-all. I am rather assertive when making a point, but truth is, I live with wondering about the meaning of things, the how, the why, every day of my life- and just when it seems I’ve seen the light in the darkness, it’s dark again.