Memories and Nonsense

Thoughts to Live By

Naps come quicker when your middles thicker.
Persistence prevails when the prune juice fails.
Sex smarts when you’re stiff in the wrong parts.

Okay here’s your memory test – ready?

Life before remotes – remember when we had to actually get up and change channels.
Remember when sex education and birth control were taught in the fillin’ station men’s room (of course I never heard this stuff).
Remember when “Grass” was something you mowed!
Remember a time when “Gay” meant Happy?

Ya, we all remember some of this stuff or have heard our grandparents remark about it, right? Now let’s try this one – “The Golden Years.” Supposedly these are the years after you retire and have all this supposedly leisurely time to pursuit certain pleasures. That is if your body allows such pleasures. My question is what where the years prior called – The Silver Years or The Bronze Years? And you thought I was gonna say the Golden Years suck, didn’t ya!

Some people definitely feel this way about the so called Golden Years because once they slowed down and listen to bodies who had been demanding attention for years, they discovered all sorts of ailments that need addressing and no more delays will be permitted – and you thought you controlled your body – forget it – it controls you! It’s amazing that just a few years ago we were doing all sorts of stuff and now the legs and knees ache, hips need replacement, bowels demand fiber, eyes need stronger lenses, we walk a bit slower, our hearing requires sounds a bit louder and we find naps very pleasing and restful.

So as we wrap up another week, which sees Sunday with rain and humidity to suck the energy right out of you, we all can sit back and wait for the celebrity baby photos. I suspect the family albums in these families are copies of magazines vs. personal photos of kids that you and I take. Damn we are common, aren’t we?