It is always good to be reminded of who you are. Life trolls along just so normally, but it's too easy to get caught up in circumstances. That's when I forget who I really am and fall into this kind of what am I doing with my life, this is mundane and boring, blah blah blah. Then I get into a funk and oh! all I see is my navel. But then. I am reminded by a conversation or an unexpected adventure of who I am and why I live.

And as my Uncle said this morning..."100 years old with 5 bucks in their pocket and not enough skills to put in a thimble."

If you ever want to know what that means, ask me and I'll send you a CD entitiled "1992."