Thursday, June 7, 2012

Making a spectacle

The problem with being on the old age track is not really the aches, slower reaction times, or the wiry tufts of hair sprouting randomly from a dark orifice or warm fold of fat. No the real issue is that we don’t understand when the train is ‘officially’ scheduled to arrive. Of course we notionally know our caboose won’t run as fast … or run at all for that matter, and we seem to have an uncontrollable urge for Beano, buffets, bathrooms and bingo (in that order).

Oh sure everybody gets a few hints as to our ‘delicate condition’ by grabbing a glimpse of our jiggly jowls in a darkened computer monitor, or brushing that LAST mouth-bound real tooth in a Geritol bath. Oh yes and let’s not forget as our knees near the knobby stage, our hips don’t LIE right anymore, they just tick louder than a ‘tweeny-bopper’ popping gum in time to a cheap clock. Despite all that physical evidence, it’s still not quite enough to actually convince ourselves ‘mentally’ that soon we will be officially ‘OLD’ and make that monumental move from ‘cute to COOT’!

Though my senior status convinces most that my mindset is myopic, I beg to differ. The truth be told, it is my presbyopic eyes which are prone to flattening, as opposed to my head which is coned and fattening. So despite my obvious dimness and silver tipped noodle, I truly only need glasses for up-close activities like drinking liquid assets, culling caloric details from Lilliputian cell-phone menus, and converging the sun’s rays on the backs of ants.

But of course since my aging cranium is swimming with shrinking synapses, a scintilla of gray goo, and a whole lot of ear wax, I often forget where in the world Carmen Sandiego has left my stealthy specs. So I have resorted to wearing the proverbial all-occasion ‘geezer-appeaser’ – a ‘glasses-strap’, to keep my peeper-cheaters HANDy and bony-nose ready. Though admittedly it’s not a youthful look, that ‘eyesight umbilical’ ensures that I don’t tempt the fates of old fogeys, or risk pigmented jealousy among the remnants of my receding salt n’ pepper locks. You see due to my advancing age, I don’t want to be held responsible if I make a SPECTACLE of myself by burning two bright red, horn-rimmed Sun Spots atop my depilated dome!


  1. Obviously you have a bucketful of bucket lists
    about the things you dislike about old age.
    How about the Senior Discounts? Where can you get 10% from any bank? Whee! The more you eat
    the more money you pile up! (Along with fat.)
    Just remember, Old Timer: the alternative
    to getting old is dying young. But too late for
    that, so JOIN US. Isn't it nice to know that


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  2. I've worn glasses most of my life so I don't have the forgetting where I left them problem. I consider joints the bigger problem and I'm not referring to those drinking establishments but the parts of your body you need to move to get there.

  3. He lives! Wondered where you were! You know what where do you get all this mumbo jumbo?? You're too funny. You must keep your wife laughing all the time I must say. Well, summer cold for me. Total bummer. Hey did you see my summer vacation Posts? Although it was only three days it was three glorious days I must say. Tons of fun. Check it out if you like. Well, a couple of aspirins for me and hit the hay fingers crossed I feel better in the morning. I HATE SUMMER COLDS! Have a great weekend my friend. Sorry I only saw your comment just now.

  4. You have such a way with words! I really started giggling about Beano, buffets & bingo. Ha! The glasses strap, huh? You gotta do what you gotta do.

  5. Thank you for stopping by and your good wishes. It's a long hard road and it's definitely getting harder. All these road blocks are a bite for sure. Awfully tired tonite. Lots of work tomorrow. Thanks my friend for being there to cheer me on. Somebody's gotta do it! hehehe Have a great day. You always make me smile. You're a good man.