Old age. Pure and simple. Sometimes maybe not so simple.
It’s like one day I was the tasty olive served up on a toothpick in a James Bond classic cocktail…shaken, but not stirred. And then the lights blinked. And shazam!!! I’m a raisin sinking to the bottom of that martini.
Yeah! Yeah! I know hugmamma likes to crack wise about all kinds of things based upon decades of experience. But that’s just it. She’s talking about all the stuff she use to do; not living it like the young chick she use to be.
Old folks like to talk, talk, talk. That’s pretty much all we can do.
Oh, I know there are those exceptions to the rule. Like President Bush, the elder statesman, who at a ripe old age jumped out of a plane on the end of a parachute. But you know what that was, don’t you? That was George H. saying…”I can do this…before I rendezvous with the Big Guy upstairs.”
On the other hand, look at the last of the Flying Walendas, the dude who’s walking across Niagara Falls on a tightrope. The last time his grandpa tried to do that, walking a tightrope high above a city street…was his last. Unfortunately.
At some point, the body goes “Okay. Been there. Done that. I ain’t going out on a limb for you anymore, dude! Get that through your thick skull!”
A month or so ago, or maybe two or three, there was a James Bond marathon on TV.
I got my fill of Sean Connery as the hunky spy. Images of the senior Bond kept flashing across my mind, trying to reconcile one with the other. I convinced myself that the old Connery still had it. Then I saw Never Say Never Again, and the dream ended. Still good looking, still somewhat virile. But more of a caricature of what he once was as the cocky, gorgeous Welshman of years past.
Old age sucks! Don’t let any well-meaning, old-timer…like me…convince you differently.
Once your mailbox is flooded with Medicare supplement forms, there’s no turning back. It’s official. You’re on your way to la-la land…along with the other sheep put out to pasture.
What else can a wrinkled up raisin like me do but…blah, blah, blah about the good old days. Or give counsel about this ailment and that supplement. Or coo about the guy who lies all shriveled up beside me.
And then there’s the daughta! A reminder of what I was, and now I ain’t. As if I needed reminding.
Twenty-seven years old and rarin’ to go. Flittin’ from city to city dancing up a storm. Only my fingers come close to keeping up…churning out post after post on my trusty laptop.
So there’s the difference between her and me…old age.
Youth does; oldsters don’t. That’s “how the cookie crumbles.”
…so enjoy those cookies…before your digestive system goes haywire!..and backfires on you…
……….hugmamma.
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Hi Hugmamma, Already a few days ago I wanted to tell you how much I enjoy(ed) reading this post, but then I got caught up with some urgent work …. I love your down-to-earthness and straightforward way of expressing yourself!
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Thank you so much, Heila for your kind words. I’m glad you “get” my writing style. I feel life is too short to dance around important issues. I also think humor…much of it “tongue-in-cheek”…helps us relax and not become overwhelmed. We all have issues which confront us…some, like yourself, more than others. Nonetheless, we can all be supportive of one another’s efforts. We’re all trying to live the best life we can with what resources are available to us. And so I say again…God bless you in never giving up hope for your son.
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Thank you dear… did I miss your name anywhere or do you wish to be called hugmamma? My son and I are fighters!! Hugs!
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hugmamma is fine. And fight on! I’ll be rooting for you…
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excellent article… poor Sean… he’s been supposed to have the terrible Alzheimer disease…
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my very best and friendly thoughts from Toulouse, France… cheers, Mélanie
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Poor Sean. My mom died with Alzheimer’s. Terrible ending to a sad life. hugs for visiting…and commenting. 🙂
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Now I know what my parents feel. My son and his generation jumped a huge leap from mine but I am trying to catch up. Huffing and puffing but catching up. Fun entry. best wishes to your family.
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Hugs for enjoying the fun my post was meant to be. I frequently write with tongue-in-cheek” humor. And happy holidays to your family! 🙂
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Oh hugmamma! You can never be too old in my eyes 🙂 hugs!
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Awww…you’re so sweet. Let me look at me…through your eyes. ha, ha. 😆
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Ha ha yep I can see you doing a hawaiian hulla dance.. Where are you now? What time is it there hugmamma?
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Today is Monday morning at 9:21 a.m. Start of another week…a great one. My daughter flies home from being away the last couple of months dancing, first in Houston, Texas, and then Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She’ll be home through December for the holidays. After that, she’ll be gearing up to go auditioning for a job. She’s thinking of Amsterdam and England. If my body cooperates, I may go with her. And by the way, I use to dance hula in my youth. My daughter, on the other hand, has been a ballet dancer for 11 years. Now she’s going into contemporary dance. She’s got to do it while her body continues to work…literally.
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Hi hugmamma, it’s Tuesday morning here in Sydney when I got your notification 🙂 it will be great having your daughter at home again!! I did a bit of ballet when I was younger but stopped. Still love to watch it though 🙂 that’s great you can just go with her hugmamma and jet set across the world! If you ever come to Australia, come and visits me! 🙂
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When my husband retires in a couple of years, we would like to sail to Australia. Let’s be sure to keep in touch, meanwhile. Would love to give you hugs…in person. 🙂
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Sounds good hugmamma! *hugs
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🙂
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Youth is wasted on the young they say. But really, would you want to be 27 again? I know I wouldn’t. Living a good life and seeing kids grow– can’t get better!
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You are sooo right, lisa! I know it was on me…too much time wasted on what I wasn’t doing right. Now I feel like “Hey! Whatever works!” And while I still think old age sucks, I too wouldn’t want to return to those nebulous years of…”Should I? Or shouldn’t I?” I’m sure you’ll agree…DO IT WHILE THE DOING’S…GREAT!!! 😆
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i think its lifestyle that creates a gap between generation……..
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You might be right. But you have to admit…there’s no getting around old age. The years keep piling up…they don’t stop…no matter your lifestyle. I think what you’re referring to is quality of life. And, of course, there’s something to be said about that for sure. I’m constantly working on that…tweaking this, that, and the other. But still! Old age sucks…
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awww………..and one day new become old…..keep your hugs tight…love-n-peace
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I’ll keep my hugs tight…if that means it’ll keep the wrinkles away! 😆
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