So if we follow the cute little metaphor that I came up with in my pre-Peru mind, I would say that I am now entering into retirement. Life is definitely on its latter half and Florida never looked so nice (though I've heard the central valley of California isn't bad either). I'm eating dinner earlier than I ever have in my life and my grandchildren are growing older, and consequently less adorable. My bones are feeble and every day it gets harder to get out of bed. But like all good baptist "Builders", I'm faithfully singing in the pews on bright sunny Sunday mornings about crossing the river Jordan into the promised land (an imperfect analogy with which Calvary Chapel disagrees). But as fun as growing old sounds, I would say that my life here is quite the opposite of wine tasting and golfing. My life here is accelerating instead of decelerating. It's like the Bucket list, almost.
Thank God I still have my teeth.
