Thank Grog It’s Firday!
This has been “one of those weeks,” when all of my deadlines conspired to rob me of precious sleep, at a time when I am supposed to be celebrating time off with the family. The good news about getting old, is that we supposedly require less sleep. As I have been getting about 4 hours a night for the better part of the past 2 weeks, and I am still here to write about it, I’m going to go with that. Coffee helps…as does being able to smile every time I play the “obituary game” in the Sunday paper.
The fact is, when you are young, the thought of living to a “ripe old age” is simply ludicrous to most. When Paul McCartney penned “When I’m 64” when he was 24 years old, it was obvious that he was actually having fun with concept of trying to imagine his life 40 years in the future. And let’s be honest, it wasn’t a pretty picture.
“Send me a postcard, drop me a line, Stating point of view…
Indicate precisely what you mean to say,
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form, Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four”
“Yours sincerely wasting away?” “Will you still feed me?” Holyfreakinshirt!! That sounds like Elder-Abuse!!
Let me make something perfectly clear. I’d be fine with getting old, if my body would just stop aging. And as far as “staying young at heart,” I play and blog about TSTO don’t I??? This is NOT an old man’s game! You need really good reading glasses to see the damn screen details!!
So, what does 64 feel like? Continue reading
