Am I the only person who suffers from the occasional bouts of depressive realization that I am getting older? Today I had two such flashes of reality.The first came when I was having a cup of coffee in front of the tv. A quiz programme " Eggheads" was on and 5 contestants, all sat in a line, were introducing themselves.
The first four men on the team were good looking men in their thirties,and mentally I could almost see myself sat with them answering the questions like a good 'un! The fifth man looked a right old crock in comparison and I had the shock of my life when he stated that his name was Brian and he was 45!
Two years younger than me!!!
Gawd.....it is at times like these that I suddenly realise that I am completely "middle aged" and not the young man that I often think I am.
It is a depressing thought, and one that was compounded by a glimpse of my hands later on in the day. Now I know we all see at our hands a million times a day, but I guess that we only LOOK at our hands only very occasionally. I did, just that this evening when I was rubbing moisturiser cream into my allotment ravaged palms, and I was shocked to see a pair of hands that belonged to my father!
All wrinkled and cracked, I now am sad to admit that I have geriatric digits!
..........and let's not forget the knackered old body to go with them....................
As Mae West (I think) put it: "You're as young as the man you feel ..."
ReplyDeleteDon't fret, Gramps. You've got nearly 14 years on me, and I already have those thoughts. I ran track and cross country in high school. Now I can't pass that blasted PT test! Mike likes to go to bed before 9 p.m. (and I follow shortly cause I don't wanna stay up by myself). I suppose I will grow old gracefully along with everyone else! Have a good weekend!
ReplyDelete~Randy
I have to get up in the night to pee too!!!
ReplyDeleteYes, but think about how much work it was to get into our mid 40's. That's what I'm proud of. So many of us didn't make it that I think it would be a shame for me not to be proud of being 48...for everyone that should be 48. Lane
ReplyDeleteYou're a young sprout yet. Follow the good advice you gave me yesterday, have a gin and tonic, and it won't matter any more.
ReplyDeleteAre those your hands?
ReplyDeleteI don't know how old you are, (I'm 48) but I had the same kind of "reality check" today too when I ran into an "old" neighbor who was telling me that his son who mowed our grass at the age of 12 is now in college--How did he get old enough to do that? I think as long as we are "young at heart" we should be okay...Right??!!
By the way, stink bugs do stink--They have a musky smell to them, and handling them, squishing them, etc., really makes it worse!
not my hands!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm the same age as you & I'm knackered, menopausal, have to pee hourly & can't bend my right knee! Oh, I'm nuts too.......so there! lol xxx
ReplyDeleteI'm 53 yrs old, the other day I noticed my hands on the steering wheel, and thought. "those are old-lady hands."
ReplyDeleteQuite a few of my school friends have died.
Before I go to bed at night, I sit on the toilet and try to empty out in hopes that I don't have to get up in the night, but I always have to get up at least once anyway.
Thanks for stopping by. After reading your other comments I'm beginning to feel rather old...and cranky. Yeah, old and cranky with my mother's hands..gah!
ReplyDeleteHave a good weekend and stop by anytime, I'll try to have something nice to say--or at least interesting.
I'm 69 and my philosophy about aging is to not live your life according to numbers, but go with how you feel. If you feel young, then be young! As for peeing at night... what works for dog training works for me too... cut down on liquid intake in the evenings.
ReplyDeleteCelebrate your life! Be happy! As for wrinkles... hey, I went through a lot to get to those wrinkles. Our wrinkles are a sign of our survival. I would rather think that way than try to remain "young." Futile that.
I think you will always be a young man, John!
I'm so sorry if I offended you John! I was pretty sure those were NOT your hands, because the picture seemed a bit "old." But you've been working so hard in the garden lately...I have my Dad's hands--short nails and no manicure! :-)
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your weekend!
It's funny how we all notice our hands looking older. My hands remind me of my nana's as she had paper thing skin on her hands and mine are turning the same way.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny a lot of us are all about the same age on here. It must be a 40+ thing to blog...
Gill in Canada
Oh forgot to add, I too have to get up in the night to pee, my excuse is not old age, but having children though ;0)
ReplyDeleteGill in Canada
You are too young to start this stuff. I am 66 and when I think where will I be in 20 years it might not be here. I recently went to a study on being with death and dying. I learned that all I have to do is breathe in and breathe out. The most important thing is to be here now. The hands looked like hard work and honest living, whosever they were. Bless the morning and be grateful it came.
ReplyDeleteJohn, dude you are young to me...just turned 56 last month...your hands full of character, heart full of passion, yard full of animals...does not get any better:-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my blog and your comments about my gables.
Terriers...are they not wonderful. I have Reuben, a black mini Schnauzer..
Peace and blessings
jeff
John, dude you are young to me...just turned 56 last month...your hands full of character, heart full of passion, yard full of animals...does not get any better:-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my blog and your comments about my gables.
Terriers...are they not wonderful. I have Reuben, a black mini Schnauzer..
Peace and blessings
jeff
I do know what you mean although I take a kind of comfort in recognizing not only my Mothers' hands but also my Grandmothers' in my own.
ReplyDeleteI think you are worrying unnecessarily give it a couple of years and your eye sight will be so bad you wont be able to see your wrinkles.
ReplyDeleteTim
Ahhh John. Sit down, son, and let me tell you a tale. A wise old elf appeared to me one day and heard my story---one similar to yours. This is what he said," Cheer up lady! Things could be worse!"
ReplyDeleteWell John, I cheered up.
And sure enough, things got worse. Ahahahaha. Hang in there. You'll always be younger than me!