Every time my dad has a birthday, it gives me a new perspective on whatever age it is that he is turning. I used to think 60 was old until he turned it. But he was playing tennis two or three times a week, toiling in his yard every weekend, and working on never-ending construction projects on his house.
Last week Dad turned 74. Still playing tennis, doing heavy landscaping projects, and improving his home, he still is the model of the age-is-just-a-number mentality. He came over for dinner this week for a belated birthday celebration and I asked him what he did on his birthday.
He started his day as usual, up early reading the paper from cover to cover. Then he drove over to the pool and swam one mile, 36 laps. He then headed over to Southern Lumber to pick up some wood for the headboard of the bed he is building. Unfortunately he locked his keys in the car. He didn't want to disturb my step-mom at work, so he walked the 3 1/2 miles home. Once there, he realized he was going to have to figure out how to get to his dental appointment without a car. So, he rode his bike for the mile-long journey. Basically he did a triathlon for his 74th birthday.
Ok Dad, so now I know 74 is nothing. I'm looking forward to watching you make 84 look young!
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