I’m running out of photos. When I lived in Boston I went to see the Mayflower. I couldn’t believe how small it was.

I recently decided to check out the relatively new dating app on Facebook. I’m in my 60’s so looking for age appropriate men. Most of them look like old men. I mean, okay, I’m not young. I shouldn’t judge. But seriously. I guess it must be the genes. Of course I live in the midwest so lots of photos of fish, motorcycles, dogs. People who camp, fish, hike, kayak, cycle, swim, hunt, and generally love the outdoors. People who are “fit” and go to the gym everyday. A lot of emphasis on “fit”. Cycling hundreds of miles. Seriously? I started going to the gym three times a week cycling through the weight machines. It has changed my life. I can’t believe the difference. But it doesn’t define me. It isn’t who I am. I wouldn’t put it in an ad. The most promising ads say “no trumpers”. At least you know where they stand. But it’s not enough. I think I’ll just go back to fantasizing about my exotic latin lover who swoops me up and takes me off on a wild adventure. I guess I need to write a novel.

Last night I watched some of Masters of the Air, a TV show on Apple+. It is about US B17 pilots based in East Anglia. It is pure Spielberg. Drama, bravery, love, loss, emotions, and lots of battle scenes. Okay in small doses.

I also watched some of Shantaram which mostly takes place in an Indian slum. It wasn’t the greatest. I think I might have to read the book.

So all in all kind of a glum Friday. In an effort to turn it around, I will leave you with this….

Ahhhhh…..