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Being Old
Started by
Prof. Branwen Cille
, Jul 07 2011 07:41 PM
62 replies to this topic
#31
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Posted 09 March 2013 - 06:05 PM
[ I don't know but geezer patrol keeps chasing me down. Telling me that a cane is to help me walk, not play pick up hockey or cane muggers.
That the rocking chair is not meant for real action and to stop complaining when I do not find dishware or real metal working toys in boxes of soap and Cracker Jacks respectively.]
That the rocking chair is not meant for real action and to stop complaining when I do not find dishware or real metal working toys in boxes of soap and Cracker Jacks respectively.]
#33
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Posted 11 March 2013 - 07:54 AM
I don't feel too old nowadays... turning 21 next month so I can't its not old. I just keep on claiming that I am old for fun. I actually hate some of the body changes.... since college I probably gained 25 pounds or so just in the first two years. Its not like I didn't need it though, I did.
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#34
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Posted 27 March 2013 - 07:10 PM
When ya'll hit your upper 40's and 50 on, talk to me about old . . . I have to laugh when 20 somethings say they are old. Wait until your bones creak going down stairs, your back hurts just going to the grocery store and watching your grandkids play, makes you tired. What is really bad is when you have to do something and you get to your destination and you forget what it was you had to do . . . but being here makes me feel young again . . . it truly is my home away from home . . .
Edited by Diantha Cavallier, 27 March 2013 - 07:11 PM.
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Posted 06 April 2013 - 11:30 AM
The greatest joy of being older is keeping up with the youngsters. Granted I might understand their newest rude slang's purpose, but of course they forget that slang had been around almost as long as dirt. When you finally reach the pool full of high school hard bodies and sit with your mates and newest editions to the Alumni set, as you wait for the ref check only to overhear how spanks and Bengay team were doomed. The game starts and never had these kids play their first quarter like they were second string bench warmers. The game starts to roll like there was a difference of semi pro PBnJ & milk versus professional P & B to be won. The game battles on with the good nature playful attitude of war games all or nothing going on. As the last ten seconds on the clock they toss will in their glorified peak give the old alumni the ball and you hurl that ball for full tank shot win. It is only when you exit the pool with that slight grin of wickedness only to hear them say lucky shot. You point to the record board with a wink, strange my record is still on the board along with the teams you coached.
Before it was playing, breaking records, keeping up, winning for your team/school, then adding to my skill/exp base. You remember enjoying each and every day of your all to brief original childhood. Then chuckle with your mates how you struggled with the challenges of adulthood only to earn your second childhood, that is all the sweeter the second and third time around. As you walk to your ride, that the kids are checking out the alumni car club for it's gran'daddy coolness, you drop your old leather duffel bag, with the duct tapped school identification number (that is so old it screams Alumni) into the back seat floorboard, lean on the frame and slip in to the old leather driver's seat that still fits like a glove. The smell of premium leaded high octane fuel, green tea joint relief is keeping you all together. Kick on the original AM radio that still works, like you do. Give a nod to all your mates that you will be there or be square. Until one of the youngsters from the game runs to catch me in the parking lot. 'Do you still play? I mean coach?' they say with curiosity of a senior student who wonders will June be the beginning of the end in his eyes. I smile and give the nod of encouragement, "I train everyday, you should join us...
Before it was playing, breaking records, keeping up, winning for your team/school, then adding to my skill/exp base. You remember enjoying each and every day of your all to brief original childhood. Then chuckle with your mates how you struggled with the challenges of adulthood only to earn your second childhood, that is all the sweeter the second and third time around. As you walk to your ride, that the kids are checking out the alumni car club for it's gran'daddy coolness, you drop your old leather duffel bag, with the duct tapped school identification number (that is so old it screams Alumni) into the back seat floorboard, lean on the frame and slip in to the old leather driver's seat that still fits like a glove. The smell of premium leaded high octane fuel, green tea joint relief is keeping you all together. Kick on the original AM radio that still works, like you do. Give a nod to all your mates that you will be there or be square. Until one of the youngsters from the game runs to catch me in the parking lot. 'Do you still play? I mean coach?' they say with curiosity of a senior student who wonders will June be the beginning of the end in his eyes. I smile and give the nod of encouragement, "I train everyday, you should join us...
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