At least I don't feel old. Oh... I feel some differences from years past. I don't run anymore. I jog. There's a difference. The pace is slower. I don't worry about it too much. I figure it just takes me longer to get to where I'm going (Usually the donut shop). That could be a good thing. At least it would if it also applied to aging. That would make it take longer to get older. Alas, time just doesn't cooperate.
Little aches and pains take longer to go away, these days. It also takes me longer to eat my way through a meal. I don't mind that. I just spend the extra time enjoying the meal.
Some things take less time. Like forgetting. Short term memory is getting shorter. I forgot what day it is, which caused me to lose a day. Well... I really didn't forget. It just took me longer to remember. But, by then the day was pretty much gone, so I may just as well have forgotten.
Mostly, getting older doesn't bother me too much. Especially in retirement. Remembering to remember things gives me something to occupy my time. Otherwise I'd probably have too much time on my hands. Especially if I forget to remember something important.
I know. This isn't making much sense to you. Maybe because you're 63 or younger.... or 65 or older. You don't have the same challenges confronting those of us stuck in the middle. Sixty-four. It's an awkward age.
So, anyway, I'm thinking, hey... I can do this. It's only for a year. Then I'll be sixty-five. Things will be different. Except that it occurred to me I'd be stuck between 64 and 66. Is there no way out of this predicament?
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, but still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all.
... and so it goes.
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