Posted on 12/12/2014 5:20:53 AM PST by lifeofgrace
I recently marked a particular anniversary of my birth. I wont say my age but its a prime number multiplied by ten, older than 30 and not yet 70. I didnt mark the day in any particular way. Yeah there was a happy birthday from my wife and kids, but no huge celebration. I didnt want one.
Passing that milestone makes one somewhat introspective and brooding about the arc of ones life. I was just twenty, for Gods sake! What happened to all those years? I still feel like a big kid. I still watch Looney Tunes (love Road Runner) with the kids. I still love to play board games. I like the same stuff I liked growing up.
Who am I kidding. Im getting older. Not quite old. Just older. Ill let you know when it turns into old.
Heres seven signs Ive unearthed like an archaeologist in search of ancient ruins. They are the hieroglyphs of my life aging into the dustbin of history. These are things I used to laugh at when old people did them, or Id simply observe with amusement and horror how the geezers did things. And here, Ive dug them out of my own life to share with you.
Whole reels tend to drop out and go missing. Okay, younger people: a reel is something they used to use to project movies when they used actual film. Geez, am I really giving a lesson in film projector history? What was I even talking about? Right. Missing chunks of life in my inner-movie-making gear. Its true. I can go from 9am to noon without a single memorable moment and its like those three hours never happened. By the end of the day, its like I lived three hours. (Did we feed the dog? What was for dinner?) Then its time for bed, then the next day is a replay of the last one.
Whole weeks go by before I even realize that Monday is over. I mean, dang, its Friday already? It was just Sunday! Really, it was.
Yes, I was a little angel.
Now, I go into the kitchen, get distracted and forget what I went there for, while my kids look on in amusement. The only positive to this is that I dont bother counting how many trips I take, probably because I forget anyway.
Not often.
Not when anyones looking.
If I can get away with using 18-point fonts, Ill do that too. But man, the print on those drug bottles, and the nutrition information on food packages is so freaking small these days, its like you need a magnifying glass to read it. Thank God I have my phone camera to zoom in on things. Why dont they print things bigger like they used to?
Or maybe my eyes arent 20/10 and 20/15 like they used to be. I dont get them checked because it scares me to know the actual numbers. If I cant read it, its probably not important anyway, right?
Now, I take seven pills every day. Every. Single. Day. Three of them are prescriptions (yes, one for gout, which I wouldnt wish on the devil himself), and four of them are some kind of vitamins or supplementswith one big amber capsule full of fish oil thats supposed to be good for my heart or something. When I travel, I have to take a whole pharmacy with me. Heres my hombre card, Im turning it in. At least I still have my teeth.
Then the need for speed hit again (somewhere in my 40s) and I got a Subaru Impreza STI, which eats Mustang GTs for lunch. The hatchback version of this AWD ricochet rocket rally car is also stealthy enough that the po-po dont look for it. And it goes 90 miles an houron dirt (on pavement, the speedometer outpaced my courage tank and therefore I never got far into the triple-digits). Well, I sold it for a Subaru Legacy. The only similarity between the STI and the Legacy is the logo. The rest screams Buick (but at least its still an AWD car). Hey, its a lot cheaper on gas and tons more practical, and my wife can drive it too.
It was the sensible thing to do.
Im just lying to myself here. The truth is, Im becoming a fogey.
I have no idea whats playing: Rachmaninov or Mozart or whoever, but the music is strangely soothing to my impatient bones when some old fart is driving 20 mph in front of me looking for their doctors office. I remember my father always liking classical, symphony music. He played violin (at the professional level) for years before I was born. I play the radio, and thats it. Even my son can identify the instruments being playedtheres a violin, theres a piano. Im about as musical as a rusty hinge.
But I know Im aging well because I listen to classical music now. One day I might even be distinguished enough not to burp in public, but thats a stretch.
Now I wake up every two to three hours. The clock reads 4:30am and I know its not long before I actually get out of bed. Sleeping in is 7:30. If I sleep past 8, I must be sick. Im not so ancient that I have to make multiple bathroom trips each nightnot yet at least. However I did find its true that young men and older men both pee the same each day, just that young men do it all at once, while older men spread it out all day.
As for staying up late, I dont do too well past 11pm anymore. Actually, 11pm is a time I rarely see since Im generally sleeping by 10:30. Getting older consumes a lot of energy, you know, and I get tired. Reminds me of a Rolling Stones song: its a drag (my little yellow pill isnt Mothers Little Helper, its a B12 supplement).
I am looking forward to aging well. Like I said, I still have my teeth and I still have my hair. My 95-year old father still has his hair too, and its not even whiteits salt & pepper. So I have good genes and can look forward to graciously descending into decrepitude well into my 90s.
I asked my sons if they would take care of me and their mom when we got old, and they both hugged us and told us they would. Maybe Ill start celebrating my birthdays again, and my present will be reminding them of their promise. I will really enjoy my retirement one dayand my wife and I will just show up at their house with a car full of our stuff, saying we just need a place for a little while as we move in.
Well enjoy their hospitality, not replace the toilet paper rolls, eat their fridge empty, and leave dirty laundry on the floor. Its not because we dont want to clean up, but well have forgotten what we went into the room for in the first place. And when they go into the kitchen for the twelfth time and get distracted, well look on in amusement with our grandkids.
I cant wait (well, actually, I can wait, oh please dont let me get old).
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I know what you mean. For example, I often find myself getting ready to....wait.....sorry....I forgot the comment I was about to make.
It was nice the other day in church. We attended the “contemporary” service as we do occasionally when the wife unit is running late. The pastor actually told the congregates, in the course of his message, they need to seek out those that attend the traditional service and thank them, for their generous giving and desire to encourage people to worship in a “comfortable” environment there would be no rock concert service to attend. The traditional service which is about half as large attendance wise generates 70% of the church budget.
LOL. I knew I was getting old when I started to get out of bed stiff and achy and, like my wife says, had to walk around like Frankenstein for about 10 minutes before my joints started working correctly again.
I find this to correlate well to my expanding equator. Time gets faster every time I buy a new belt.
90% of my patients are the model of “old people” none of us would want to be. Wracked with pain, psychologically dependent on a witches brew of synthetic pharmaceuticals, immobile and dependent on others.
Treating people like this allowed me to understand the challenges and pitfalls of growing old in modern day America. I resolved to avoid the most obvious mistakes.
It's really common sense. Diet is #1 and exercise is #2. Dealing with stress and getting enough sleep are also important.
I eat mostly at home. Simple meals are prepared by my wife or I. Avoid restaurants and processed/prepared foods.
I developed my own home exercise system. For the past 5 years all I do if 10 minutes/day using my “MobilityBar.” This routine has allowed me to improve and maintain my strength, balance, flexibility and endurance.
My 10 minute MobilityBar Routine is also designed to be therapeutic, addressing the biological needs of our major joints. Joints, not muscles are the key to sustaining a life time of physical fitness.
If joints are injured we suffer and they don't heal up like bones and muscles. Exercise for joint health and muscles will be taken care of as well.
Nearing 65, I can still run, jump, throw, climb...and basically have fun.
Every Saturday, all year round, my childhood buddy and I go to the St pete Beach on the Gulf of Mexico. Even in the summer when its REAL HOT!
We enjoy clowning around, looking at girls and running around throwing and catching the frisbee. It's a great way to keep our youthful attitudes and keep track of our fitness level.
Check out the video I made from a few weeks ago. I am the shorter guy. 10 minuets/day...that’sa ll I exercise using my “MobilityBar.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNXQw7Hhla4
Only reason I cannot sleep more than 5 or so hours is I have to visit the restroom.
Reminds me of a story of 3 gentlemen in a retirement home. One 70, one 80, and one 90. The 70 year looks at the other two and states, “I miss the day when I could take a healthy whizz.” The 80 year old smirks and says, “I miss the day when I could take a healthy dump.” The 90 year old chuckles and says, “Shoot, every morning about 8 I take a healthy pee and every morning about 9 I take a healthy dump. My problem is I don’t wake up until 10!”
Some people seen fascinated by numbers ending in zero. Even more fascinated by a number that ends in two zeros.
Some people tie assumptions and expectations to those numbers. Nonsense, all of it.
8. I still actually listen to AM radio
No no no. You stick the fork in HIS eye. You’ll learn.
And not being open about ones age:....that's so last generation!
Being retired but still working (we raise beef cattle on a farm), is nice because there is no clock to punch or boss to report to. But life still tugs at your time and responsibilities to get things done. I lose track of what day of the week it is because there is no longer the workdays and weekends like there used to be when we both worked at regular jobs. I even have holidays that pass without noticing because I'm out of the loop now. I tell my wife, "I didn't get that memo."
My health is good except it seems like that most times I travel to the big city anymore is for medical appointments. Always something to check, or to be tweaked or to fix with this old body of mine.
This getting old shit, is getting old.
:)
I turned 50 last month. My wife attempted to make a big deal of it until I reminded her that no matter how old I get she will always be older. Cold icy stare followed.
Now that I am 50 I don’t sweat stuff anymore. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that my kids will make stupid mistakes but that they are THEIR mistakes not mine. I continue to give advice/guidance often. They choose to take it or not.
I have been having health issues that I never noticed before because I was active duty for 26 years but have slowed down since I retired. Going to the doctor sucks but it is necessary. I did quit doing things that I don’t want to do (except for going to work). But that is on my calendar.....
9 times out of 10 when I order dinner while we are out I will forget what I ordered by the time the food arrives.
Man, I could have written this.
Loved the part about the middle-aged crisis cars. Mine were convertibles. Nothing too flashy; a Sebring convertible and later a Mustang convertible.
Bm
Added to watch later.
Same here.
I look at these stupid hipster kids nowadays and am glad i grew up in 70’s and 80’s.
Keeping physically active keeps you young.
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