I've always thought the Beatles "When I'm 64" was a pleasant novelty piece. Not one of their best but certainly fun listening. I was probably 24 when I first heard it and paid little attention to the lyrics then or the numerous times I've heard them since.
Next week I actually turn 64 and the words I once parroted have now become the deep, ponderous quandaries of my life. Will you still need me? Will you still feed me?
Some people stuff themselves with chocolate cake, break out the champagne or bungee jump on their birthday. I opt for the dark side and use it as a reason to analyze my life over the past year. What did I accomplish? What did I learn? And it really wouldn't be a thorough examination without the penetrating question of whether or not I'm happy. Psychoanalysis covers these topics over years of therapy. I try to wrap it up in a few mentally and emotionally frenzied days.
I amble down memory lane, thankful I'm not yet shuffling down it. I pray that any future decrepitude not include a walker with day-glow tennis balls. Wrinkles? Well I'm far from being mistaken for Keith Richards, but I'd agree to a nip/tuck around those sagging jowls. Gravity and my jowls are in constant battle and the "Big G" is proving victorious.
One year closer to becoming an official alter kaker -- cheaper bus rides, movie tickets and, hurrah, senior discounts at Ross.
Happy Birthday to moi!
2 comments:
Senior discounts at ROSS? It just gets better and better. Yup I know what you mean. When we first heard that song, 64 was so far down the road we couldn't imagine any such age ever applying to us. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU !!! ... and many many more !
Well, our birthdays have come and gone. I hope to see you before your 65th ! I can't wait.
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