Getting old truly "isn't for sissies", but it has its good points besides beating the alternative.

At 75 I hurt in places I didn't know I had places, I can't breathe worth a damn, I have almost no money, and I'm totally cynical about the state of politics in this country, on both sides of the aisle.

On the other hand, I don't have to work anymore (and couldn't), so I have time to appreciate nature's beauty, read, listen to music, write silly stuff, ogle women who mistakenly believe I'm harmless, and enjoy the fact that my grandkids are being raised right and that several are shooters, fishermen and hunters. I have fine conversations with my little rescue mutt. I cook, using herbs I grow. I learn something every day.

And when I shake my cane, I'm waving to a friend. Very often a lady.

So the OP's advice is something with which I can agree. But the other thing about getting old is that people will overlook and even expect a bit of grumpiness. And they have to call you "eccentric" instead of "bleeping nuts".

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