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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He just sold a really beautiful home in my neighborhood
My wife and I went to Maui for my 70th in ‘13. When we got back I treated myself to a 370Z. It’ll probably be the last car I own unless my clutch leg gives out.
ROTFLMAO! Now I don’t care who you are, that there is FUNNY!
That is rather hypocritical considering you probably did the same thing. Most people do.
I contend that gravity is increasing over time. I can no longer jump as high nor lift the same objects, and when I fall down, I hit harder and it hurts more. The scientific proof of this theory is that the bathroom scale gives a higher reading than it did 30 years ago.
I am 74 and. I take my dog to convalescent homes, to visit with people who are stuck there till the end. He is a certified therapy dog and we are well received among them. The Alzheimer’s ward is the most difficult. I always wonder how much longer before I am there with them. I pray for a quick end to my life when the time comes. Some of those poor souls are younger than I am.
“That is rather hypocritical considering you probably did the same thing. Most people do.”
Heh, no. I didn’t. I dont even remember what was trendy from my 20s because I was so disconnected. :^/
Yeah sure.
Well hey. It’s hard to be hip when your clothes come from garage sales, your car was 20 years old, didnt listen to new music, and you didn’t have money for fancy electronics.
However all of those things became hip after the fact, so maybe I was a trend-setter?
as the tv show puts it...
Have you been given the “senior Discount” at a movie theater without asking for it?
I have, but decide to be quiet and save the money.
50 is great. You have amassed a lifetime of skills and knowledge, and are still young and strong enough to take advantage of them.
When I turned 50, I built my home with my wife. No contractors, just the 2 of us. Best experience AND investment we ever had!
Wifey swings a mean hammer, but is a touch dangerous with a nail gun....
Not yet BUT I’d take it too!
Thanks. here’s the pic.
You didn’t miss much.
http://digitalruleseverything.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/eca501f82483cf063f73045316c8c2a1.jpg
Your neighborhood? That is nice. I couldn’t afford the doorknobs to that place. Besides, I got nowhere to put my cows.
I can’t help but seeing him running around that house like a madman in skeleton pajamas like I saw him in Charlotte 25 years ago.
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