There they saw a girl dressed in all her finery, obviously now knowing what to do since the river was high and she did not want to spoil her clothes. Without more ado, one of the monks took her on his back, carried her across and put her down on dry ground on the other side. Then the monks continued on their way. Squash their toes with your rocker. The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.
Some people try to turn back their odometers . . .
I want people to know why I look like this. I've traveled a long way and some of the roads were not paved. You know you're getting old when everything either dries up or starts to leak. Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of 80 and gradually approach 18. Within I do not find wrinkles and used heart, but unspent youth.