60 is the new....

Feel free to fill in the blank at the end of the title.  Right now it feel like the new 80 for me.  For years I have told myself I can do anything my 25 year old self could do, but now I'm starting to feel the effect of the pounding my knees have taken in the service of that belief.   I suppose it would have happened anyway, but osteo-arthritis, or Uncle Art as some older friends have called it seems to have taken up residence in my right knee.   As a certified baby boomer, I went to my specialist secretly hoping he would tell me there was a surgical fix that would have me back to my 30s in no time.  Unfortunately, the advice was to manage the pain and try a cortisone injection.  If that doesn't work, there is a gradually escalating series of intervention, culminating in a knee replacement.  Ugh.  I guess I'll just soldier on and take what comes.  Gardening season is coming and my knees are intimately involved in the endeavor, so I'll follow doctor's orders and hope for the best.