feeling my age, my not wheaties

Why hello there, I missed you, glad you're back!
 Most of the time I am happy to say I feel like someone in their thirties and am a little surprised when I look in the mirror to find some old man looking back at me, like it was a prank being pulled on me. Yesterday and today is different. I started the day strong. After having my cup of hot tea and a cup of black coffee, I decide to get busy. I grabbed my 50lb bag of weed & feed and my push behind spreader, filled it up and took off making ever smaller circles in my front yard at fast paced walk. Now I have a fairly good sized yard but when reaching the spot in the middle to finish the front yard at , I was about finished also! Out of breath and heart pounding. Off to the garage and refill then out to the back yard after a quick breather and drink of water." I can do this , I'm not old yet!" I say to myself as I start my big circle around the back 40. Yea, I'm the man! By the time I reached the middle and smallest circle to stop at it felt like I had done plowed the back 40  the old cowboy movies talk about! Another breather but I didn't sit down. Now to finish up on my side yard. Yup , you guessed it, by the time I finish it , I am glad I am out of weed and feed! I am really feeling my age at this point, but thinking , it done me good. Off to inside the house to find my chair needs sitting in. It talks to me sometimes when it gets lonely and needs someone close. This was such a time. The thought then comes to me I need to mop the title floors, but first I must vacuum, but first I must pick up everything in the way, throw rugs, toys, trash cans, chairs etc. I do this then vacuum the whole house and return all moved items to their proper place.
  Oh I should put a load of clothes on to wash and dry, so I do. Then to search in vain for my mop bucket. I know we have a ghost in this house and she likes to play tricks and hide stuff . I still haven't found my bucket but used a trash can instead as I almost can hear the ghost giggling at me.
  Fabuloso  smells so good and the  floor looks good when I am through. I feel like I have run the Boston marathon however.  The chair calls me again for a visit then back up to finish my laundry.A few hours later  I notice I can feel my back on the right side. A little while longer it is hurting, then after that it really hurts and I am getting stiff. My dear old Dad use to say at times like this, "Gosh ! getting old is for the birds! I need a drink !"  But at last he is passed on and I quit drinking in 94 so I make me a fresh pot of tea and get a nice cold tall glass of it. Later finds me watching TV with my wife as I am stretched out on the love seat with a pillow and heating pad under my back. Yup, Dad was right, getting old sucks. You think you can still do anything you want only to find your body don't hold up to it like it use to. So today I here I sit after hardly sleeping all night . But good news! As long as I don't move to much I feel pretty good. Hardly any pain, but hate giving in to the aging process. I'm still a kid inside who wants to go play with friends but sadly don't have any of those now and my body would complain anyway so I blog my thoughts instead. Now I truly know why my good old friend Ponce searched so much for that ever elusive fountain.
 I'm off to get me another cup of nice hot coffee and maybe scrounge up something for me to eat. You take care of yourself , smile ,and I will see you later.