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I am getting old..

This could well be the opening lyric of a country song.

In fact it might have been.  But I am talking about me.  Pay attention.  Or not.  I don't care.

I am getting old though.  I speak with the authority like I understand the exact stages of life.  Well see 12 hours ago I was on the cusp of entering 'the feeling of being old' and this morning it is full on.   And about seven years and five months and 13 days on I will be just 'old'. 

But I suspect there are signs.  And I mean beyond the involuntary discharge of gases from many orifices,  some I did not even know were there.  For one - random body parts start hurting.  Bulges start appearing where there was no reason to.  The other day I found out I had grown a second liver.  Well it felt like it.

Took a picture and called the doc.  Oh that is just a Lipoma he said.  Apparently they are common.  Well if you ask me I had not seen one before.  So clearly something goofy is going on.

Another item on the list is vision.  Or lack thereof. Now my best half as I might have alluded to before would argue I was once a visionary but that was a different time.  I am talking basics.  I already had 'readers' to get me through my work week.

Now I need more powerful lenses.  I am seriously researching the life of dolphins these days.  If I got to a point where I stop reading (unless I mount some serious hardware on my nose) or even am able to see basic stuff I might have to rely on the sense of sound.  Who better than these marine mammals to teach this aging relic?

Driving might be tad difficult I suspect.  But we will see (or not).

Another nuance of getting old is you stop getting excited by most anything.  Our kid making it to a good college and spotting a never before seen space object were probably the last highlights worth getting the juices flowing but otherwise 'meh'.  

You realize that looking forward to something is short sighted.  What when the runway left for you is shrinking.  There is more rubber burnt behind you than you will ever burn going forward and all that.

One thing that I had been looking forward to though was the last Daniel Craig appearance playing Bond.  Hope I see that on true widescreen with Dolby surround.  At the very least I will be able to hear the special effects.  Dare I hope?


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