I get "the hand of God" (Maradona soccer reference) - ie a mid sleep, accidental (she says), backhander as my wife flails around with the bed covers!Happens to me all the time. My wife puts her feet on my side, her knees on my side and her elbows on my side... all the good stuff she keeps on her side.
So important. In aging, I notice that I'm fully engaged in the process of retrieving those valuable bits that passed away naturally as I was growing into my own. Things and moments that thrilled me then still thrill me now, but completely renewed. Aging has definite and concrete riches and compensations. But boundaries being what they are, how advisable is it to buy a flask of philippInense or sanderianum, or anything? It 's the last opportunity for grace and acceptance of the gift of life. To everything there is a season. Oh, and sleep injuries are definitely real!Thats a fabulous photo and a wonderful reminder of times past. Our 'origins' are an important part of who we are.
I'll see you in 18 years. Can't wait.I have several flasks of my own creation that I made last year using my awarded plants, including a multiflora. They are barely more than protocorms. So, 72 years old + 10 years to see several bloom + 8 years to get some size on the plants for shows. I don't see any problems here. I think it is supposed to be this way. I do acknowledge the onslaught of time and have given up mountain climbing and motorcycles, well, maybe not the mountain climbing. Mike