You know you are getting old, when..

When you realize that you're losing free will, options, and much more than listed in the Bill Of Rights.

Your body takes these choices and freedoms away from you. You fight for these freedoms, but regardless of hard headed determination you lose.

To steal a bit and from Harry Callahan, A man has to reassess his limits/abilities often because they're in such rapid decline.
 
I take a little exception to that, Cdog.

My philosophy is:

You don't quit playing because you grow old.

You grow old because you quit playing.
 
When you meet a friend or relative you haven't seen for a long time and the first words out to their mouth are "Hey, you're lookin' really good." They really mean "as compared to a corpse." It has happened to me many times.
 
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you know you're getting old when it takes hours to do at night which you used to spend hours doing.. :)
 
When I meet someone I haven't seen in years one of the most common things I hear is, "What happened to that long blond hair?" My reply "It fell out."

Many folks think I color my thinning receding hair. That long blond hair of my youth was cut much shorter and turned mostly brown in my 20's. My facial hair started greying in my 40's. I'm well into my 60's now, hardly a grey hair on my head. Never considered coloring anything. Shoot, I'd welcome a thick crop of grey hair!
 
When you realize most everyone around you is younger.

I'm not "old," and don't think of myself as "old," but more and more it seems that everyone around me are younger. I'm at that stage…. A couple of gals at the office refer to me as 'big daddy.' Ha!
 
When you have to give up your salt & pepper beard, because there is too much salt and not enough pepper.
 
...When you've gone from explaining what a fax is to explaining what a fax was.
Or how about telex machines? Kerchunk, kerchunk, kerchunk.

My son brought my grandkids for a visit recently. My daughter-in-law took some videos. Looking at them later, I thought, "Good grief! I move like an old man!"

Was out walking into town yesterday to get some exercise and pick up lunch, about a three and a half mile round trip, which I take at a leisurely pace, when I saw a young girl, teen, on the other side of the street running toward town and the station with a violin case on her back. I thought to myself, "Remember back when running was just a way to get somewhere quickly?"

But, aside from slowing down physically, the aches and pains, I find being, ah, "elderly," pretty great: No job stresses, kids grown and employed, pretty much do whatever I want as my own master. I like it!
 
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I'm one with the bed when I get dressed other wise it's kiss the floor time.
I exchange e-mails with a buddy with whom we served together, standing topic is aches and pains and doctor's appointments. Dog took his harness off today, managed to get it back on him upside down. Leave it for my SIL Sunday. Frank
 
when you ask the grand kids How do you put stamps on E-Mail

Bob
 
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