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IT’S FINALLY HAPPENED: I feel old. Never mind that I am old. Until recently, I didn’t feel old. One contributor to my changed mood: At 78, I’m now the same age as my father was when he died 34 years ago.
I’ve been trying to figure out why I started feeling old. The onset of the pandemic and my recent health scare are likely candidates. Before the past two years, never did I worry about my health.
I also know my appetite has changed. It’s not that I don’t enjoy eating, but rather I just don’t want to eat as much. I’ve joined the ranks of seniors taking home doggy bags from the restaurant.
My wife and I were recently at a diner for breakfast. I leaned over and said to her, “What are we doing? We have seven-figure assets and here we are asking for takeout containers so we can get two meals for the price of one.”
She replied, “Maybe that’s why we have what we have. Our generation looks at things differently—don’t waste anything.”
I’ve also been afflicted by that dreaded indicator of old age—the nap. It’s not that I plan to nap. It just happens. If I’m home around 3 p.m. and sit down, it’s lights out.
Not too many years ago, I used to observe—not exactly kindly—the actions of the old folks on the vacation tours we took. Their mobility was poor, they seemed challenged by technology, they complained a lot and a few were just a tad obnoxious with their demands.
My mobility has slowed a bit, but it isn’t too bad. I’ll admit that getting the golf ball out of the cup is now as challenging as getting it in. I do complain, mostly about the actions of younger generations and politicians. As far as being obnoxious goes, I try my best to avoid that. But I find that, as I age, I’ve become more outspoken. What have I got to lose?
These days my roving eye focuses mostly on a cool car or a cute puppy. My wife of 53 years shows her extreme confidence in me—or my age—by occasionally saying, “Did you see the outfit on that blonde?”
I also seem to be freer with money as I age. But my wife would disagree. I just had a tire blowout and the new tire cost $377. Before I could finish my full rant over the cost, my wife said, “Oh, stop complaining, you act like you’re a pauper.”
Just spend your money, she added, what else are you going to do with it? So we went out to dinner.
I recently observed that “It must be nice to have that kind of money” when my wife told me about a friend of hers flying over to England to hear his husband play a newly re-built church organ. She looked straight at me and replied, “We do. You just haven’t caught up with that fact.” Egg on face moment!
Odds are good your generation will live about 13 years longer than your dad’s, on average — 1910 cohort longevity: 51.4 years, 1945 cohort: 64.7. And your dad lived longer than his cohort average by more than 25 years.
Plus you are still WAY too feisty to leave this vale of tears any time soon! 😉
“I just had a tire blowout and the new tire cost $377.” I’d be ranting too. It has nothing to do with how much money one has: especially if that person is an average Joe or Jane who only amassed said money through careful, painstaking savings over multiple decades.
Prices way out of whack with an item’s value is frustrating, including items and services I’ve watched triple or quadruple in price over the past year. No one likes to feel ripped off.
Taking food home from the restaurant is a matter of not wanting to overeat, not economy, for me. And I always do eat my leftovers if I take them home.
I’m only in my 60s, but I’ve been a power napper for awhile. I can fall asleep quickly, sleep for 20-25 min, wake up alert, and then that gets me through the rest of the day.
It’s interesting you mentioned your dad. Mine died of a heart attack at age 61 and 8 months. I’m 61 and 10 months, and I thought about that milestone leading up to turning 61 and all during this year. Hitting and passing the