It dawned on me today, that I mark the passing of time in a much different way than I did as a kid. In some ways, I guess it should be obvious, but the notion settled on me as I brushed my teeth so I thought I might share.

It all began a few weeks ago really. I know I have to cut the ogre that is a hedge at the front of our house and while at the best of times it is a daunting challenge, this year it is even more so. It makes me feel old. Last year I tore my shoulder in the process. Don’t ask, the hedge is so deep it requires me to stand on a ladder holding an extendable hedge trimmer which even then doesn’t reach all the way across.

The upshot was an over stretch and a rip to my poor shoulder…