I have never twerked.

I don’t plan on it either.  Ever.

In fact, I am pretty sure my knees hurt too much, most of the time, to do any such thing.

These might be signs I am getting older.

When it comes down to it, I don’t know most of the celebrities on TV any more.  We will be watching an interview of some young, beautiful person.  I will ask Mary, “Who is that?”  She normally responds, “I have no idea.”  To which I say…”What show are they on?”  And she…”I have no idea.”  There was a time when I knew who all of them were.

If it isn’t Scott Pelley on the evening news, or Alex Trebek on Jeopardy, we are pretty much clueless.

I say things now, like… “When I was growing up….”  or “When we were kids…”

Oh.  Back in the day.  Those good old days.  That’s my grandpa used to say.  And now, will you have a look at me?  Holy Crap.

Most of my friends are older than I am.  The other day, one of them told me they recently “Got Lucky”…. and as it turns out… they had just been able to find their car in a parking lot.

One good thing about having older friends… is telling them secrets. Most of them can’t remember what you’ve said anyway.

The wild and crazy days are over, I’m afraid.  I’m not sad about it.  On the contrary, I’m slightly relieved.

You see, I used to be a party animal.  But these days… I consider pulling an “All-Nighter” to be…. not getting up…. even once…. during the night to go pee.  I haven’t had an all-nighter in a long dang time.

Yet… There are some uptakes about getting old.  Like.  In a hostage situation, I’ll be one of the first ones released.

I like getting older, truth be told.  It beats the alternative.  But besides that, it seems like I have learned more in the past 10 years, than I’ve learned in all the years before that.  Maybe I am paying more attention.

One thing for certain about me know, in my current age… I slow down.  Sometimes, I  even stay very, very, still.  And I listen.   And look.  Sometimes, I hear, and see, and I am astounded by the clarity which life has afforded me at that moment.  I feel like a worthy part of the Universe.

Other times, it all seems muddled.  And I can’t see the forest for the trees.  Or the plain nose on my face.  In these cases… I am pretty sure I’ve just misplaced my glasses, only to find them 15 minutes later… on the top of my head.

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You can’t help getting older, but you don’t have to get old.  —  George Burns
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 Getting older is no problem. You just have to live long enough.  —  Groucho Marx

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