I don’t really mind aging, though I must say my body isn’t taking it all that well. I must also admit to occasionally thinking back to a better time. The time when:
- Eating bread was okay, even with real butter slathered on it.
- Eating eggs and red meat was okay too. Cholesterol hadn’t been invented yet.
- Coffee wasn’t a Carthaginian.
- A martini with lunch was classy.
- You didn’t have to pay a premium for jeans with holes in the knees.
- No one knew you could eat kale or bean curd.
- My scales didn’t lie, and that old man didn’t live in my mirror.
- Car keys were never lost or misplaced, they were always in the car ignition.
- Going on a trip didn’t take three days of preparation and planning to be sure that all medications were available in adequate quantities.
- Going into another room didn’t require a note to be sure that the reason for going there wasn’t lost in the trip; and
- Kids could ride in the back of a pickup truck and shoot fireworks.
Ah well, I guess I’ve aged out of all those times. Too bad, but then the alternative of dying young isn’t all that appealing either.