The ski season has wrapped up for me as I now approach my ninetieth birthday in April. I has been a great year for me enjoying the slopes with renewed vigor after my previous seasons more abbreviated participation. Sixty eight days is not a bad number and approaches the 77 day average for 25 years after my retirement.
Now I am in the mode of adjusting my daily routine from mornings on the slopes during the week to engaging in chores that have been put off. I can also pick-on my fellow volunteers at the local museum and maybe I can also pick up on my Red Cross work as a Blood Ambassador at local blood drives.
April 12, I will be celebrating my April 11 birthday at a part with a vast array of friends and family from many walks of life which of course includes an array of ski companions over many years. What a wonderful honor and diversion to fill the void of weekly ski days. As I contemplate what the future will bring, I was inspired to write a reflection on being ninety in the form of a free verse poem herein included. I trust you will allow this poetic reflection as okay for this blog.
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