My old friend Maci is 92. Maci is one of Kerry's cats. Kerry thinks that Maci is 18 human years old. That would be 92 cat years. I first met Maci 7 years ago. She was a tough cookie and loved to bite me. I had to be alert when I petted her. Over the years she has changed and mellowed a lot. Once recently she jumped up in my lap and laid down. I felt highly flattered. She does not bite me anymore. She is just bones and fur and does not run and play. She mostly just lays and sleeps. She likes the stove top.
I feel close to Maci. I am almost 88, which is close to her 92 years.
This is the blog of a prune picker. Retired oilfield. I am an old man. Will be 90 next July 20. I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets interesting. Interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, bluegrass, and civic events. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.
The blogs are posted in the first column. The second column presents a condensed story of my life. And an archive of past posts. And links to blogs that I follow. The thumb nail pictures near the top of the second column are links to the most visited prune picker blogs. As determined by blogger software