You know you’re getting older when …
You know all the answers but nobody asks you any questions.
You need a fire permit to light all your birthday candles and after you blow them out, you need oxygen.
You order GERITOL on the rocks.
You sink your teeth into a steak and they stay there.
You stop to think and sometimes forget to start again.
You don’t need an alarm clock to get up with the chickens.
Your pacemaker opens the garage door when a cute little young member of the opposite sex walks by.
The only whistles you get are from a tea kettle and the catcalls are from your cat.
You finally get it all together but can’t remember where you put it.
Everything hurts and that which doesn’t hurt doesn’t work.
Your little black book contains names that end in M.D.
You look forward to a dull evening. Heaven is sacked out on the couch with the television turned to a favorite show and a new season.
You need glasses to find your glasses.
You wonder why more people don’t use this size print.
When you get down on the floor to do something and ask yourself, “what else can I do while I’m down here?”
When you introduce your children as so and so’s grandparent.
And I add some of my own …
Your earlobes are beginning to touch your shoulders.
You clip nosehairs and ear fringes.
You do a decent cha-cha with a cane and a walker.
Getting up in the morning to present yourself to the world takes a maneuver drill that rivals a pack trip to the Alps.
You look great in the mirror because you can’t see the wrinkles.
Clipping toenails requires a soak in the tub, a mirror, reading glasses and a yoga position. This chore is best done in the morning before the joints and muscles realize what you are doing.
Your favorite dream is a personal, young and limber life companion. Must know gentle massage and to realize when you need to be left alone.
Derring-do is a day in front of the slot machines at a gambling resort.
Half your appliances and personal transportation wheezes as badly as you do.
You realize that those young whipper-snappers are rude, ignorant, and really don’t matter as much as you thought they did. Exceptions: favorite grandchildren.
You aren’t as terrified of things that used to spook you when you were younger.
You realize why they insisted upon you learning math and foreign languages and writing all those essays. It has nothing to do with the subject matter but application process.
Half of your possessions you don’t know where are.
Candlelight really becomes you. It helps if your date is nearsighted and needs reading glasses.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
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