LOL Yep... Me and my guy don't have an "our song", but we both like "classic rock". You know you're getting old when the music you listened to as a teenager, is now on the "classic rock" station... LOL
I knew I was getting old when I started making those groaning noises, accompanied by the sound of popping knee joints, when I stand up. I would love one of those chairs that help stand you up--you know, the kind I laughed at when my dad got one not so long ago.
When you hold the newspaper at arms length. OR you have a Magnifying glass on your desk and it doesn't have dust on it.
I used to think that I was getting old when I was 38. At 47 I thought I knew it all and thought I was a true elder. I'll be 59 in March, and with the passing years, I find myself feeling younger and stronger... more likely to ignore a whole lot. And now, more than ever, I truly understand that I don't know squat.
To be totally honest,I never thought I'd live past 21.Then I never ever thought I'd get past 35.So the way I see it,now that I'm 53,It's all cake and geritol from here(LOL).
I'm 57 and, like others, I don't feel like I'm getting older, either, I feel like I'm getting younger. Or, at least, like I'm getting healthier. The good reason for that being that I *am* getting healthier. I feel much better now, more energy, able to leap tall steps with only a few bounds, than I did 10 years ago. But what I don't feel like is like I'm getting any closer to dieing, though I suppose I must be. Both my grandmothers longed for death for years once they were past 80. It seems like old people often do get to that winding down period. But I don't feel like I'm getting any closer to that, even though I must be. It's not like I'm afraid to die -- in fact, I rather look forward to it as an interesting, exciting new kind of trip, if a little scary at first, like taking acid, maybe -- it's just that I don't feel like I'm getting any closer to the time when I should start feeling like someday I will die, and I feel like I ought to at least start to feel like that now that I'm almost 60. I don't know if that makes any sense. I don't want to die but I want to want to die so that when it's time to die I will want to. If you know what I mean .
On a crowded train recently I had to walk through a corridor between carriages to meet a friend in the next compartment. My path was being blocked by a boy of about ten. He saw me coming and moved out of the way. Without thinking about it, I said "thankyou young man" as I walked past. "Young man"? I think I'm getting old.
you know you getting old when your grand daughters can fit into your clothes and reach the second shelf in the cupboard where the goodies are hiding.
The first music I owned was a 45... Who was it...? Ah yes, Chicago, If You Leave Me Now.... I don't remember what was on the other side... Let's see, I think that was back in about, mmm, 1978, or so? LOL
The first 45 I owned was Patti Page's How Much Is That Doggie In The Window when I was about three--after that, I went right on to doo wop, then Elvis, and finally settled on The Beatles at age 11. The newest music in my collection is Guns and Roses; I started listening to them when my kids were teenagers. They're almost thirty now. As long as I am not in the process of getting up or sitting down, I don't feel old, though. In fact, I am astonished when I pass a mirror and don't see the thinner, younger me I used to be, because inside I am still the same. I thought you might enjoy seeing this photo of me and three of my best friends taken last weekend at a park in Manchester, CT--that's me on the right, sitting on the bench.
PEace Angel, that gal sitting down in teh dark shirt looks like my mom! hmm. is my mom one of your friends? she is nice. but work always wears her down. as me working on my car taking off a darn stubborn bolt that dont want to come off. i am grinding it off. later the tired flower child
