|
Total Views:
143
|
The First Fifty Years
Where do I begin' Do I start when I was a little boy growing up as a military brat' Should I jump ahead to when I met my first girl' Should I talk about my children and how they have grown' Or should I dote on my beautiful grand-daughter and mention that I probably won't get to see her grow-up to be a young woman. If you are anything like me, you have already forgotten what you just read.Lets start with that! I don't know when it happened or why it happened, paint fumes, second hand smoke, cod liver oil or witch hazel, it just happened. My mental locker went on vacation and has not yet returned. I miss it. I think I had some fond memories. Where was I'
I look in the mirror and I see a person that is wrinkled, weathered and I have more chins than a chinese phonebook. I take a daily dose of "please don't let me strangle a customer today pill" and I watch what I eat, mostly low-carb, low-cal and low-taste. I think of exercising every other day and I have most of the home exercise equipment, I call them coat racks. Going to the store is an adventure. I wear reading glasses, when I can find them, and I am constantly bobbing my head up and down to focus. I feel like a life-size Bobble-Head Doll that nobody wants on their dashboard. At the check-out counter I usually need assistance, "press enter", "slide your card again", "slide it again slower", "what's your zipcode'", if I knew that I was going to be tested I would have studied-as if! My attention span is as short as my grand-daughters and she is 2. I will forget what I am talking about and stop mid-sentence. Thirty years ago I would have been mortified and I would gather my thoughts and come back with a witty excuse. Today, I just shrug my shoulders and walk away.
My first fifty years have been exciting, I guess! I must have had a good time, why else would I look like this' I have no notions that I will live another fifty years, in fact, I would be happy to live another 20, but if I do...