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Young bones, deer and Guy Lombardo.

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I’m officially old.

I must be, because I can’t see any other reason why my doctor would send me for a bone density scan.

At first I wasn’t going to have the test, but then I figured if my skeleton was about to crumble to dust I should probably be informed.

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I was unaware these things are scored by percentages of youth. But if I’m 114% of a young adult? That’s good enough for me.

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Yay for good bones.

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A few pictures of our resident buck.

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And a video.

Which I hope you can view…

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I had to laugh at this notice posted by a local water district.

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A sense of bureaucratic humor is a beautiful thing.

And speaking of senses of humor, it’s a good thing I have one because my husband went to the dump the other day and came home with this –

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I know, you’re jealous.

Guy Lombardo is the autograph you’ve always wanted to add to your collection… but my husband beat you to it.

Better luck next time.

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18 thoughts on “Young bones, deer and Guy Lombardo.”

  3. Your not old, we get better with age, like fine wine. I’ve been getting bone density scans since I tuned 50. My mom use to be my height (5’5) and has since shrunken to the size of a garden gnome without the hat. I’ve been taking D3-K2 suppliments for maintaining normal bone mass as I get older because I refuse to shrink to under 4 feet, EVER! Those deer that visit you are so beautiful, your so lucky to have daily visitors such as those everyday 😉

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  4. Dexa scans are the easiest and least obtrusive of all the indignities of old age – mine are always fine it was my husband who had osteopenia and had a yearly infusion of some drug or other and also fractured each hip…they don’t test men on a regular basis whereas for women it’s a regular thing.

    The deer are lovely to see…

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  5. When she turned 80, my sister said there was no getting around it – 80 is old. Being in her 70s she could stay in denial. As she said it, my 85 year old brother gave her side-eye. In her late 70s my mom volunteered “delivering meals to seniors”. I asked what that made her. She said “middle-aged”. Funny, because when I turned 35 I admitted to middle age. I figured that was about ½ of normal life expectancy at the time. Plus, I figured “middle” is a range, not a single point.

    At least your bones are young adults.

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