Goat Balls

It's the day before Christmas Eve and I'm getting ready to head to the YMCA for some aqua aerobics with the septuagenarians.

Sitting in the steam room with one of my aqua partners and her buddy that had just got out of yoga, I listened to them blather/catch up on latest happenings.

I was struck by my aqua partner's comment about her children and their relationships. "they just adore each other, which wasn't the case in my situation." (I guess her husband was a dick)

Sometimes, I think about one of my older neighbors, an alone and chronic malcontent, unable to establish a real connection with someone, living in a dingy and tiny apartment. I feel (selfishly) blessed--probably the same way I felt in the pool yesterday effortlessly exercising with the elderly as they struggled to kick and flex in the water.

I hope to be as fit as Iggy Pop when I'm their age.