My daughter wants me to experience her so far six months here in a week.........I must be gettin' old. The lengthy walks along the uneven sidewalks and cobblestones have turned my feet into enlarged caricatures of themselves. Yesterday my left ankle looked like I'd sprained it so I shifted to mebbe better shoes. My infrastructure ain't what it was.

It's nice my daughter is fluent in Spanish, gets me out of trouble once in awhile. As I unnecessarily tell folks, I'm slow. I am somewhat stuck in the vintage of November. Life may, and perhaps must, drink me now as later.