Thoughts on getting older
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Old Seabee
US Veteran
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One day or day one You decide . OldSeabee
One day or day one You decide . OldSeabee
My Doc was talking with someone (about me) on the phone, with me
sitting there. He said "He's a young 83." That made my day.
sitting there. He said "He's a young 83." That made my day.
I left most of my memory in the 70s.
chaparrito
Member
I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandpa.
Not screaming in terror like the passengers in his car.
Not screaming in terror like the passengers in his car.
I want Ruthie to post this:
joeintexas
US Veteran
When considering the alternative, old age ain't all that bad. Loss of hair, wrinkled skin, loss of memory, aches, pains, ok....maybe it is all that bad. I'm going to my room and rethink this thing. Ok, I'm better now, I think it was just gas.
Tradewind36
US Veteran
I'm afraid to buy green bananas.
Murphy's Law
Member
Not good when you "doc" says your warranty is starting to run out!
What do old married folks do the most?
- Mostly, they shout WHAT? from one room in the house to another...
John
- Mostly, they shout WHAT? from one room in the house to another...
John
carpriver
US Veteran
If I had known I was going to live this long, i would have drank more bourbon, dated more women, and driven faster cars, bought more guns. I am in pretty good shape for the shape I am in. That shape is Pear.
Ole Joe Clark
Absent Comrade
Another way of putting the above statement: If I had known I was gonna live this long, I would have taken better care of myself.
Have a blessed day,
Leon
Chik a Boom
Member
Too soon old, too late smart. Sigh.
McGivern
Member
Do not resent growing, many are denied the privilege.
I recently became aware of what used to be called a June-December marriage. A somewhat older gentleman married a lady in her late forties. Queried by a friend as to how he managed to convince the woman to marry him, he said, "I lied about my age."
"What do you mean you lied? You're 83, and you look every year of it!"
"I told her I was 95."
"What do you mean you lied? You're 83, and you look every year of it!"
"I told her I was 95."
Life is like a roll of toilet paper. It goes faster near the end.
At 71 I'm just a kid, albeit a kid w/white thinning hair and an assortment of ailments that have hobbled me to one degree or another. My pharmacist knows my name, my doctor has my email address, I'm thankful for Medicare, but I still hope to celebrate several more BDays.
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