The Harley Davidson Motorbike.

The last few years have been a bit of a nightmare. To think it was less than three years ago I couldn’t walk more than a hundred yards without having to stop and rest. I thought my days were numbered for sure. My son-in-law bought me a mobility scooter I was that bad. I had suspected the cholesterol busting statins I was taking were the main cause of my problems. I stopped taking them and within a few weeks I was feeling a lot better. I recently decided to stop focusing on my health problems and just live my life as care-free as possible. PMA. Positive Mental Attitude. It seems to be doing the trick.
Last week I reached 72 years of age. Yeah, I know, those of you who have seen my photo find it hard to believe I’m that old. One of the ladies in the local shop couldn’t believe it when I told her. She was shocked.
“No way!” she exclaimed, adding, “You certainly don’t look it.” Which was very nice of her and I must admit I did feel flattered by her words. And too be honest I don’t feel 72. Not sure how old I do feel but it is younger than 72.
I told her, that for my Birthday present to myself I had bought a Harley Davidson motorbike.
“WHAT? She shouted out in a shocked voice, “A Harley? At your age? Are you having a mid-life crisis?”
“Well,” I said, “If it’s a mid-life crisis that’s fine by me because it would mean I am only 36 years old.”
So yeah, that’s it. That’s how old I feel, 36. I am in my prime of life.
Yeah, so I have bought myself a Harley Davidson. I have always wanted one and I thought if you don’t do it now John Boy you might never do it. Being 72 does mean that I have gained some wisdom. So, on Monday I am going to be starting a back to biking course and hopefully refresh the skills I had when I last rode a motorbike more than twenty years ago. I suspect some people think I am mental. They could be right. I do sometimes wonder that myself. But one of the joys of being 72 is that one doesn’t care what people think.
What I do know is, I am not going to be spending the rest of my days sitting on a bench in the park, wearing a beige coloured coat, and throwing bits of stale bread to the ducks!
No! I am going to be riding my Harley Davidson and admiring my reflection in shop windows as a glide by.

Maybe I will add a sidecar for Mia the German Shepherd.

Bain Antiques.

Its been a while so I think it is time for an update. Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Life goes on much the same. Which is nice.

I am currently making myself (at long last) a painting studio. It has long been an ambition to have such a place. It is a space big enough to do some giant paintings if I want to without worrying that I wont be able to move around. As happens at the moment when I paint in the Showman wagon. I will share some photos when it is finished. I am working slowly due to some health issues. Incidentally, I have decided I will not talk about or discuss my health anymore after this. Too depressing. It is what it is and to be honest I don't actually feel too bad at all. Just get on with it. No sense worrying. I feel happy that's the main thing. 'Enuff said!
I can't remember if I told you this already but my extremely handsome son George has opened an antique shop. He seems to be doing well. He has always enjoyed a bit of wheeling and dealing. Seems to have a flair for it. I don't know where he gets it from. I painted the signs for his shopfront. I took some pics. I shall try to find them.

Mia the German Shepherd and Bonnie the Ginger Cat are well. They are getting on well together at last. It took Bonnie some time to decide she was going to get along with Mia.

Thanks for stopping by. See you again soon