Considering that I am, G-d willing, going to celebrate my Diamond Jubilee, the title questions are indeed relevant. Wonder if there will be the sounds of bells ringing and cannons going off with the crowd shouting Huzzah! I don't think that will actually happen; I can't even get a promise of a diamond something, anything, from the man who is supposed to celebrate with me! Humpf!! Oh well, since I know that seemingly all disposable income these days seem to flow towards a little tiny baby boy, bright and shiny, exploring the world with a smile, and evidently a veteran combat soldier as he does the fastest army crawl ever! I want to invest in the tiniest elbow guards available.
If that means getting old is to be one with a great grandson, well, then so be it. However, there is more to the subject. Much of the rest sets up a scale between the positive aspects vs the negative ones. Not so easy to decipher this new esoteric code of the day wherein someone types a set of seemingly random letters and one is supposed to automatically know the meaning. Or the very fact that everything under the sun now seems to have a related app or electronic demand and there we old folks stand with dumb thumbs and a bewildered, despairing look on our faces. Oh well, I will find an old fashioned supermarket with old time checkout or, yup there still is a service station which actually services the car's gas tank! Guess New Jersey does have at least one positive point!
More unwelcome facts for we old folks set in our ways? Well why do I have to remember to shlep bags to shop? Hard enough to remember what I want to buy and now either I bring bags or every single time have to buy more bags in the store! Maybe I will sell the excess on Ebay and make some extra income. Better than being a greeter at Walmart, on the feet all day and then the back... Oy.
And while on the topic, what is with these crazy fashions? Are the styles clearly delineated, with fashion guides to help we confused elderly? Nope. Most definitely not. Hard enough to find something appropriate for a somewhat aging lady, but then the store goes ahead and changes the layout and there I am looking like Poor Little Mary, looking for something, anything, familiar. When I ask a passing woman, she, too, is seeking something which she cannot find because some inconsiderate store something or other moved it all! Change is not welcome among us. Not at all. Unless you give us a guiding map and explain the reasoning behind the change. And without abbreviations or strange combinations of letters, please. Otherwise, we can get quite crotchety., and it is your fault!
More annoying facts of being old getting older? Why do I not win that lottery. Years of buying tickets, indulging dreams, and I certainly should get an alternate award of never ever having a matching number! Quite a feat and definitely worthy of mention. And some cash would not go awry either. For sure1 My years to win are shrinking in number, so c'mon, you lottery picking people. Have a heart.
Okay, gotta' go now for my daily meeting with a doctor or some medical personnel, with my arm looking like an addict's what with all the vampires taking blood. No wonder so many of us are anemic! Do the math. Anyway, fills the day since most of you young'uns' think we have nothing else on our plate. Hell, we can be the President or a Senator or a Congressional Representative, and we can be as crazy as most politicians are. Including the frightening younger ones who probably would sweep us away, like perhaps flying us in a private plane or driving us in a bus, to some state other than Texas or Florida. Hmm. Travel. Anyone?
One more thing. Why do you make fun of us when we eat dinner at four? We have been up since 3 AM and cannot keep our eyes open past six and must get to the TV shows which are best at inducing sleep. Just wait till you are in our shoes. In the meanwhile, I need to get to my woodwork and painting, and do not forget the books and the jigsaw puzzles.
Life is an adventure. Sometimes good and other times not so. On my real birthday perhaps, I will muse on the blessings. Will see. Meanwhile, hopefully between then and now no more Acronyms. Please! Or else let us work together to create ones that we understand or can create on our own.
Yup -together and you know the drill. And, folks, it is working with Yitzy, thankfully and may it continue to move in a positive direction. Prayers of a 'together' group are making a difference. Thank you and please keep it going. There is still at least another six months of brutal therapy.
Together is the way.
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