Random thoughts on aging…
I'm just sitting around drinking ( too many ) cups of coffee, and thinking about getting older.
In 1980 I was 24 years old. I bought myself a brand new Harley Davidson Sportster. Every time I started it I would hear " Born to be Wild ". Now all these years later, I jump into my Kia car, start it up and hear " Pop Goes the Weasel ".
You know you are getting older when a pretty girl walks by, and your first thought is " I wonder what her mother or maybe even Grandmother looks like ".
I have become the dullest and most boring person I know, and the scary part is that I like it.
I am content to sit around with other old people and discuss all my aches and pains ( too many to count ). I've found it easier to inventory what doesn’t hurt, it's a lot faster.
After dinner and a couple drinks with friends things can get pretty wild. We all test our blood sugar and take bets on who’s will be the highest.
Gin and Geritol has become my drink of choice. Two or three of them in the morning….I can face almost anything.
I’ve noticed that whenever the pharmacy runs out of pills and supplements, they call my house.
I find it irritating that when I go to the doctor or dentist, they are so much younger than I am. They always want to poke me and prod me, do this procedure or that procedure…why…”Due to your age”.
My doctor is a petite little lady who looks about 12. When I first met her, I asked if she brought her “Fisher Price I want to be a doctor when I grow up kit”. That’s a hell of a way to break the ice, good thing she has a sense of humor.
If I ever become king of the world, mac and cheese, big macs, french fries and chocolate doughnuts will all be considered as health food. Onions, liver and tofu will be a goner !!!
Want to really have some fun, try playing tennis with bi-focals.
I read ( with bi-focals ) that 60 is the new 40. What jerk weed came up with that idea ? I don’t remember feeling this lousy at 40.
My work shirts have my name printed on them. That’s a good thing, for 8 hours a day I have some sort of clue who the hell I am.
Every time I look in the mirror, I see my father looking back at me ( although I have kept more hair than he has ) and every time I open my mouth I hear him speaking words of wisdom. Words that I would not listen to 40 years ago when I was so much smarter.
I would write more but I am starting to forget what I am writing.........think I need some more coffee.