I must be a natural for the Geriatric Crowd. Of course, my kids would tell you that and say, Gee dad, duh, that is sure obvious. However, going on a cruise makes you compare yourself with the people on the boat and you know what, I am feeling like I fit in just fine. These are old guys about 50, 60, 70, or even 80. We had dinner a lot of nights with these characters.
This is in stark contrast to walking down a street in Payson, or any other town in most of the United States. When I walk down the street, I am usually the oldest guy on the street. I haven’t had people start to offer me wheel chair rides (except of course at my hospital visits which seem to have become more and more extensive as of late), but I expect that will come soon.
Yeah, I guess if I am not already there, I will soon be a member in full and complete standing of the geriatric crowd, silver hair and all.
Why is it as I get older that I seem to focus more and more on the obituaries. It seems to be a truism of life. I read them, and the question is, is it because I have survived another day and not changed my state of existence, or is it because I fear I may be mentioned in that place in the newspaper soon.
Living is wonderful. I think I am afraid of the next step.
One thing really scares my wife that is a reassuring sound to me. It is the sound of a jet engine as it starts to reflect a perceptible drop in power as it puts out less energy so a jet airliner can come in for a landing. My wife worries that we are going to crash. I know that the airliner makes the final approach by shutting down the power so that it can make an approach. I love the trip in a plane, but sometime I know we must return to earth and I plan on making those trips in safety.
I love vacations. I particularly love a vacation with my beloved spouse. However, I miss family and sometime I think that it would be great to have the family along on all of the vacations. That thought sometimes lasts a long time, but also lasts a short time when I think of the challenges. Luckily, the good overcome the bad.
We are at the time of year where the night doesn’t last very long. Soon, we will be at the longest day of the year and the shortest night of the year. Then, the inevitable process of shorter days and longer nights will begin to occur. I hate that change. I love the early summer, and love to see the sun. I am in mourning already knowing that this month will bring that change. When I was up at 5am this morning, I was already seeing traces of the sun coming up. I at least have 3 weeks or so of longer days to go.