Saturday, January 18, 2014
GROWING OLD IS NOT FOR SISSIES.
when I asked The Reaper what it was all about
he did the Hokey Pokey and he turned himself around
Young people do not deal with the specter of death on a daily basis. Their lives are filled with the day to day trivia that is the minutiae of existence. Relationships and bills, and financial and personal security fill their moments of consciousness as they move through each day.
I, on the other hand, find The Grim Reaper my personal companion. He stands by my bed at night; sits in the room while I read; and keeps me company while I split and haul wood for the wood stove.
Young people dreams of adventures they plans to have and the goals they would like to achieve.
Since I have much more past than future, I dream of the adventures I have had and goals I have accomplished – my plans for the future are bland; and this is the main rub of growing old. (As I have said before: I don’t buy Craftsman tools because they have a lifetime guarantee – and at this juncture of my life Harbor Freight tools will outlast me.)
Don’t get me wrong, I am enjoying the laidback life I had hoped for all the years I pulled in harness. I enjoy my wife’s company (and sex); reading books; eating home cooked food; drinking good wine; and the lack of stress not having to work a job. But is can be oh’ so boring.
Keeping busy is now the job; and many would envy my position.
But, The Reaper just tapped on my shoulder and told me to hurry up with this post – He has plans for me down the line and doesn’t want me to be late.