So, I officially turned 67 yesterday; “NBD” (no big deal) right? – Well, “NSF” (not so fast.) It continuously amazes me how fast time flies. I know, I know… every old guy in the Universe says the same thing, but it seems to be true. On the plus side, a whole bunch of my friends and buds sent me ‘good-wishes’ on my birthday, and I did the usual birthday celebration(s); but birthdays are always somehow or other “math-days” for me.
For instance, when I’m at the “Y”, I see some young ‘whipper-snapper’ whipping and snapping around, even if they come to one of my exercise classes (and I outperform them), I do secret math. — I quickly estimate their age (for instance 30), and subtract it from my age (specifically 67), and conclude that when they get my age, I will have been dead +/- 17 years. (That’s called optimistic math.)
I think it bothered me more to turn 65. The day after… I went down to the Social Security office and filed for my SS benefits. It’s SCARY to walk into the Social Security building. At one point, I thought about leading everyone in a mini-exercise class, but I figured it wasn’t worth getting arrested for.
Anyway, like I said, “I officially turned 67 yesterday”, and as I march inexorably forward toward my Lemming-like final destination, I take heart that “at least I’m a motorcycle rider.” (and… I’m going for a ride as soon as I post this.)
Remember “Alice in Wonderland?”, and the famous tea party? – Here goes, you can join in too… “Aaa… VERY merry un-birthday to you, to you…”