In less than two weeks I will be 74

This is a matter of amazement for me.

Older just keeps happening. I must have thought it would stop or at least pause, but no.

It’s like being on an old sliding board in some abandoned playground. It’s not smooth and it’s rusted, but with many a jolt and scary bump (is it finally breaking?), you shudder and startle and at last arrive at the bottom, and people swarm around you yelling, “Happy birthday!!!”

What, again?