Old Man…

It was not too many years ago my sister used to joke with me about being an old soul…I was known for rocking plaid madras pants on a regular basis.  She once asked me if I beat up a 90 year old and stole his pants, to which I responded, “that is making the assumption that I have the strength to beat up a 90 year old man” (I am not known for my athleticism, or strength…).  I did not listen to any music made after 1974.  I wore a tie nearly everywhere I went.

These days, I still get accused of being old…I drive no more than 5 mph over the speed limit; I think it sort of drives Jennifer batty since she is a speed demon…A safe speed demon – no worries, Susan…PS thank you for teaching her how to talk her way out of a ticket…I have several hats which appear to be from a 70 year old man’s wardrobe.  These are just a few of the reasons why some people may accuse me of being old…

Lately, this week especially, I have been feeling old.  I cannot eat a can of Campbell’s Alphabet Soup without it spelling “indigestion” in my stomach.  It used to spell “yummy” in my tummy.  I went to the gym on Tuesday and I am still sore on Friday – not just sore, but sore to the point that I am considering buying geriatric compression socks at Kroger during my lunch hour just to alleviate the pain in my calves…Yes, I feel old this week.

Old Man take a look at my life…I’m a lot like you.  If I am a bright eyed, bushy tailed 28 year old feeling this old, how old will I feel when I am 75?  If I cannot tolerate American Eagle stores because the music is too loud now, what will become of me later?  It is not that I mind getting older.  It definitely beats the alternative.  I just want this week to finish up so I can walk without cringing…