Category Archives: Aging Gracefully

A short story using the songs from my phone

I was looking through some of the titles in my song library the other day, and it occurred to me that one could write a story using some of the common words and sentiments found in song titles.  So I did. I’m terribly sorry. Please accept my sincere apology.  I still don’t know why I did it.

 

Here it is in all its glory:

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Every Morning, Down on the Corner, In a Big Country, In the City, Everyday People fall in love. Everybody Plays the Fool, but Love is All Around. When it comes to Good Lovin’, it’s a Good Feelin’ to Know that if you Let Love Rule, and Let it Grow, One Way or Another, It Keeps You Runnin’. Would I Lie to You?

cartoon guy playing guitar

But, Hold On, Here’s Where the Story Ends: I’m Not the Only One. I Know There’s Something Going On because I Heard it Through the Grapevine. Who Knew? But, is it Just My Imagination? One Way or Another, I’ll have to get to The Heart of the Matter. I’m not ready to say Goodbye to You because I’m So Into You. You Really Got Me. I might be Over my Head, but One Thing is for sure – if you don’t Treat Me Right, you’d better Turn Me Loose. Walk Away. Love is a Battlefield and Love Hurts, but it’s a Livin’ Thing. Love is a Rose. And One Thing is forever true: Good People Can’t Get Enough Good Lovin’.

love songs

 

So, if I Can’t Get Next to You, I Wanna Be Sedated. I Want You to Want Me so I’m Gonna Make You Love Me. I Can’t Help Myself. I’m ready to give you the Best of My Love; I Just Can’t Wait.

Let’s Stay Together because there is no use in Living in the Past and just Waiting for the End. I Decided You’ll Accompany Me as I Walk on the Wild Side.

Soon as I Get Paid.

Unfortunately for you all, I have many more titles in my song library.  I’ll bet you can’t wait until I retire.

 

Gray Hair Can Only Mean One Thing

fAST FOOD

Last week my husband and I were in line at the drive-thru awaiting our turn to order our fast food dinner when he pointed out that the guy in the truck ahead of us had overshot the microphone and was unable to make his order known to the employee eagerly awaiting it on the inside.  My husband quickly pointed out that the gentleman in the truck had white hair.

“Look at that old guy in the truck,” he cackled, “he drove right past the microphone!  Now he’s going to have to back up!  Watch this…he forgot he put the truck in reverse so he’s going to plow right into me!”  He didn’t.

“You’d better be quiet,” I admonished, “that’ll be you next year.”  Hubby did not want to hear this, though I’m pretty sure he is becoming painfully aware of the fact that he is indeed aging.  We are both aware that we are getting a bit older, and apparently, we are not alone.  At work, I have noticed that the younger people often offer assistance when I didn’t necessarily think that I needed any.  I currently work in a restaurant, and it has become quite commonplace for my coworkers to offer to carry trays, dishes, or other heavy items for me.  Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate their kindness, but sometimes it does make me feel, well…old.  At times it seems to me that my younger coworkers are completely aghast that I’m still alive.

I guess that since I still feel pretty young on the inside, I assume that this youthfulness is apparent to others as well.  I do admit, however, that I spend more time lately trying to look younger.  Hubby does too.  The other day I found him, shirtless, checking out his reflection in the mirror.

“Look at this,” he said, disgustedly, as he pinched the small amount of excess fat around his mid-section, “No matter how much I work out, I just can’t seem to get rid of this.”

“I know,” I replied, “I have the same trouble.  It used to be so easy to just eat what I wanted, and just work it off at the gym, but not anymore.”

“I wonder if there’s anything else I can do?”  He pondered aloud.

“I bought beer.”  I said.  We both laughed.

I had better not come home next week and find a Camaro in the driveway.

old couple dancing