Getting old is such a drag at times, but it's better than the alternative. I saw that Harry Belafonte died this week at the age of 96. Carol Burnett is being honored on NBC-TV tonight at the age of 90. Even Tony Danza --Tony Danza -- is 72. Elvis is dead and I don't feel too well myself.
That's not true. I'm joking. I feel fine. That having been said, I could keel over tomorrow afternoon. I could keel over in the next five minutes.
Know something? So could you.
So we keep putting one foot in front of the other and count our blessings and hope for the best.
Today I couldn't think of the name of an actor. I could see his face as plain as day but his name had taken a hike. He was in a movie with Steve Martin, something about rascals, no, scoundrels, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels was the title. I even remembered that his real name was Maurice Micklewhite, but his actor name would not come to me. I finally resorted to googling Maurice Micklewhite, something I would not ordinarily do, and there it was, Michael Caine.
Of course. Michael Caine, who I discovered is also 90.
I think I have identified the problem. We are slowly aging off this planet. That's all right. We keep on, boats against the current, being borne ceaselessly into the past.
If you recognize that, and can name the work it's from, and its author, it's very likely that you too have become a member of the old folks club. Young folks don't care.
I easily recognize what you are talking about and appreciate the humor. At 83 and am very well I feel most fortunate to have good health.
ReplyDeleteSOOF (The Society Of Old Folks) is glad to hear that you are in good health. Accordingly, it has chosen you to be its (our) sergeant-at-arms, Canadian Division, our front line against all enemies foreign and domestic.
DeleteMy mind comes across your mind every so often. It seems fine to me. Who are you again?
ReplyDeleteEmma, I yam who I yam and that's all that I yam. As long as I seem fine the men in white coats will stay away from my door.
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