There is nothing like a good pair of cowboy boots that you’ve worn forever. I have a pair I’ve worn for nearly 30 years. They are molded to my feet. They are as comfortable as house slippers. There was a little boot scootin’ going on last night. Rock ‘n roll, not country, but scootin’ nonetheless. I love going to venues like that and watching the younger crowd moving in and out of this play…like a choreographed dance really…checking each other out, tag teaming to get the shy girl introduced, then coming back to the table and giggling like 16 year olds.

Does this just not happen when you’re 62? Do we project that “OMGosh! I’m so over all of this. Don’t bother me” vibe? Do all men my age want someone in their 30’s? It’s discouraging…not that I am interested in meeting someone in a bar. Because what do you get? Someone who hangs out in bars and picks up strangers.

There was a guy and gal at the music venue last night. I thought maybe they were dating by the way they danced. Turned out they have been divorced for quite sometime but they really like to dance and hang out together. It was a boatload of fun last night. Good music, good company, good times!

❤️

“You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,”

Psalm 30:11