Thoughts about Seniors

I’m pleased to report that people have actually read some of my Blog entries. If I can believe what they’ve said, they appear to have enjoyed them. This means that either I’ve done a good job or they’re just as weird as I am. I don’t know exactly where I’m going with this Blog thing, but the “bitch’ thing is therapeutic for me and it appears that many of you share the same bitches. As I’ve said before, the older I get, the more things I find that annoy me and I felt this was a great way to get it off my chest without annoying my friends. I’m sure I’ll even find some good stuff to include in future entries.

Here’s a few of my thoughts about senior citizens. You should never ask them how they are because you will definitely find out, and find out, and find out. Disease, medicine, tests, Medi-care, prescription drug plans are all things you will now have an in depth knowledge of. You know, I fall into the senior citizen category myself, but I think I have a few other things to talk about besides my ailments. I have a party coming up this month that should be a happy, holiday get together, but will invariably the conversation amongst my friends will fall into the above categories. O love them dearly and appreciate their concerns for these things, but a nice annual sit down dinner will be ruined by talk of illness, insurance, medical and long term, convalescent homes, operations, medical tests and any other realities of old age. No wonder young people don’t talk much to (seniors). I spoke of this upcoming boring evening with my wife who agrees with me and has come up with a great idea that might avoid this boredom. She suggests that we each draw a slip from a hat that has a topic written on it. During the course of the evening the person must then talk only about this subject for the evening. Others obviously may respond. It’s only a pipedream, but wouldn’t it be nice.

To round out this old person stuff I’ve dug up a few humorous little observations.

I've reached the age where the happy hour is a nap.

At my age, I'm envious of a stiff wind.

After a certain age, if you don't wake up aching in every joint, you are probably dead.

Do you realize that in about 40 years, we'll have thousands of OLD LADIES running around with tattoos? (And RAP music will be the Golden Oldies!)

By the way, speaking of old, our foursome is making its 25^th consecutive trip to Myrtle Beach……same four guys….longer than most marriages and there haven’t even been any battles. I don’t think four women could ever set that kind of record.

Thanks for the kind words about my site. I’ll do my best to make it entertaining.