Our days pass by too quickly as we get older.When we were young we couldn't wait to get older. It is what is is.My hubby Stewart, recently joined what he calls an "old man" softball league (70& Over). He is enjoying it. I, on thr other hand watch in pure terror as these men fall, roll, and oh so slowly get back up. Thank goodness they all have so far.Stewart of course refuses to let me participate in contact sports for fear of yet another injury to ME!I can llive with that!Grasp life by the horns!

The other night, I woke up in a fright in the middle of the night.  I had been in a deep sleep. I can't remember the details of the dream I was having, but I know it was one of those scary ones.I woke up on the edge of sleep to three loud bangs in succession.  It sounded like someone banging on my front door -- or maybe a branch hitting against a back window.  Or maybe it was just part of my dreamMy eyes swung wide open and I sat, listened and pulled my phone close.  It was so very real.

I go to sleep the same way every night. I start on my right side and, just as I am drifting off, I roll to my left side. I don’t know why I do this, I just always do.  Like me, most of us have a favorite sleeping position and rarely give it much thought.  If I wake up during the night, I’m always on my side. Generally, however, in the morning I wake up on my back and have no idea how or when I got there.  

After a focus on loyalty last week, why not follow with commentary on faithfulness to one’s music.  Last Thursday, June 4 at 8:00 p.m., Rachelle, Marisa and I attended the Tribeca Film Festival for the premiere and 1st Screening at the BMCC Tribeca Performing Arts Center of Frampton - a documentary (view the trailer) about guitarist/singer/songwriter and finally a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee Peter Frampton.

The men’s book club I belong to was having a get-together to discuss what we were reading, King of Kings by Scott Anderson. Naturally, I decided the evening also needed a brisket. Because apparently, a group of grown men cannot discuss history without thirteen pounds of smoked meat nearby.I offered to make it because I had done one last year, and it was a hit. That sounds generous, but it also meant I had created my own problem. Once people love something, you’re no longer just bringing food. You’re defending a title.

Now that I'm firmly entrenched in the Encore stage of life, the profound saying "Youth is wasted on the young" resonates.  If you don't know what I'm talking about, enjoy the ride, but emphasis on enjoy, because, as humans, we all have an end date.  When we were young, what did we know?  We thought we knew it all and took so much for granted and only as the years scrolled by did we begin to know, learn and suffer the hard truths.  

Years ago there was a public service announcement on television asking whether you know where your children are.I’m not sure when it started, or whether that public service announcement was the cause, but my family got into the habit of letting one another know when we were flying.My daughter, who has been traveling via air quite a bit lately, continues our thoughtful tradition. When I know she’s traveling, it is always wonderful to get that text that says “Landed”. 

There is something about going on a cruise that really catches my interest. Maybe it’s the fact that my wife and I are foodies and love trying different food. Maybe it’s about setting sail and not having to worry about doing much, if you choose to or doing a lot if that is your desire. What I do know is that it is one of our favorite types of vacation and we look forward to planning our next trip as soon as we get back home.