I am subject to certain indignities of aging, but I've decided not to dwell on them and to enjoy all the life I can. I don't even cringe when somebody sneers "Metamucil!".

On Sunday we went out in the country to look for snowy owls. Didn't find any, but would you believe we saw bluebirds in the bare trees and snow-covered fields? They don't migrate to the warm south.