This morning I’m waiting on the painter to do some touch-up work.  When you’re a home owner it’s always something. In this case, they’re covering the spots left by the drywall contractor yesterday. My neighbor is adding a lanai in their back yard, while two other homes are under construction diagonally across the street. A concrete truck is usually blocking the street, so there’s always a lot of activity in the neighborhood. By next year, it will be quiet at last with all projects complete on our block. Our next undertaking is the driveway and entryway paver additions that will take place next month. 

The first tune I heard this morning on my run was by the Rolling Stones. I guess it was to remind of yesterday’s death of drummer Charlie Watt. He was ten years older than me, but by turning 70 in a few days, I’m now in that danger zone. Hopefully, I’ve got at least a decade left in me. After all, Charlie led a substance abuse lifestyle that most people could only imagine. He survived 50 years as a Rock Star, joining the Stones in 1963 and was a heavy tobacco smoker. Mick Jagger is now 78, Ronnie Wood 74, and Keith Richards 77 going on 100. They have all defied the laws of Rock & Roll longevity. Rest in Peace, Charlie!

I’m looking forward to seeing some other aging musicians in the near future, including Santana, Earth Wind & Fire, and Jackson Browne. These are the artists of my generation who partied hard yet rarely let an audience down. They’ve now survived the pan-damn-ic and are on the road again. On the other extreme, I’m also buying tickets to a Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood exhibition. It’s an animated children’s television series that is a favorite of my granddaughter. We’ll drive her to Tampa to see it next week, after my weekend birthday festivities are over. From old to young, there’s a lot to look forward to in my first month of being seventy.