Getting old...

Pops is turning 60 tomorrow.  Wow!  I don't see that so much as him getting old as ME getting old.  And when my little sis has a birthday, then my age takes yet another hit.

Age.  "You're only as old as you feel" and other stupid things people say about age!  If that were true then I would be in my mid-70s.  I usually feel quite old and quite tired.  Aching knees, arthritis in my finger joints most days.  Blah, blah, blah.

And age is always contrasted to... others, I guess.  Duh.  For instance, I will say things around my staff that they say dates me quite well.  References to say... well, for instance Madonna being inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.  I remember life before Madonna.  I remember watching just about every single one of her videos when they were World Premiere Videos... back when that station used to play videos.  I'm hesitant to call it MTV for fear of dating myself!  Hah!

But the old man turning 60.  We used to play tennis together.  Now neither one of us could run a baseline!  We can still get out and swing a gold club once in awhile.  But his birthday just shows me that yet another year has flown by...

And this is starting to creep towards the depressing.  So I will nip it in the bud.  I must go and prepare for my day.  Gonna go by 15 or 20 more books for the collection.  Drink a lot of coffee.  Read.  Do some laundry.  Get the cats some food.  Hell, get me some food.  

Man, my days off really are packed with fun and exciting adventures.  Getting old, baby!  Getting old.......................