I know I haven't posted much, but I wanted to post what I wrote on Facebook so you all could see it...
So what is old anyway?
As I reach a milestone, age-wise anyway, I ponder what old is. When I was 10, I thought my teenage brothers were old. I thought my married brothers and sisters were over-the-hill. And Grandpa and Grandma? Ancient! I think they were probably about the age I am now.
I don't feel old - except when I tie my shoes, kneel down to pull weeds, walk up a couple flights of stairs, look at the hairs in my hairbrush, or even just look in the mirror.... I guess you get the idea. Somehow the definition of old has been re-worked in my mind. I'll probably be old in another 10 years, but right now? I think I'm starting to mature somewhat.
I can tell I'm not old yet.... I still love rock and roll music (ok, from the '60s), watch sitcoms (I loved the rerun I saw tonight of Hogan's Heroes), and get belly laughs from slapstick humor. I still look at those guys with gray hair and think what it will be like to be that age (then find out they're 6 years younger than me). I can't be old, can I? Can I???
One thing for sure, I wouldn't trade my 60 years for someone else's 20 years. I do have to say I've enjoyed my life and wouldn't want any other. Much love to my wife of 38 1/2 years, who makes me feel special every day. Much love to my kids who make me proud constantly. Much love to my and Pat's extended family, who have loved and supported us in our lives. And much love to my friends and acquaintances who have made my life an interesting, fun and affection-filled roller-coaster ride!
Don
