As the saying goes, getting old is not for sissies.
There are days I wonder about that, LOL!Yeah, but it sure beats the alternative.
That’s been the most interesting {amazing} part of the journey for me thus far. The brain not “aging” in any discernible way as compared to the outwardly appearance of the physical body. Perhaps I’m a little more forgetful than when I was younger but my “view” of life and on life certainly doesn’t match up with being an “oldster”.It's really weird. From my point of view, I'm in my 30s. But the mirror and the camera tell a different story.
”That thar is funny...I don’t care who ya are.”Pretty common these days for me to get up at 2 or 3. Some mornings I've had a nap before 7.
Not sure when I “got old” but I’ve started brewing the coffee and reading the news/ checking forums when I wake up at 3:00 3:30 instead of going back to sleep....
That's a long commute.I got up at 3 this morning, because I had to go to work... In Colorado.
It's really weird. From my point of view, I'm in my 30s. But the mirror and the camera tell a different story.
...remembering a long and growing list of friends and co-workers who are deceased...
Especially compared to my regular commute, measured in feet.That's a long commute.
My 50 year HS reunion. A real eye opener. Lots of elderly folks there. Some slumped over, walking with a cane. One in a catatonic state in a wheel chair. Another blind. Very sad all around.Ever look at someone and think they are old, then realize they are about the same age as you?