Indigo Bunting

My cousin and her husband were bemoaning the fact that they were getting older. "Where are the Golden Years?" she said, "I haven't seen them yet!" I wasn't sure what constituted the "golden years" so, of course, I googled it. There were two answers - over 60 years of age or retired. Well I haven't reached the 60 year mark yet but I am officially retired from Honeywell so this must be my golden years. If so, they aren't too bad. Oh sure, they are covered every morning w/ manure and urine and in the afternoon w/ scum and muck from the swamps but all of that washs off. There is always something in each day that makes me laugh out loud. That's pretty golden, I think.