In the deep freeze of winter, check out the temperature: 47 degrees.
What the heck?
No, I am not complaining.
Actually, as Mick Jagger once said: It’s only rock and roll, but I like it.
I love the way he makes all those suggestive throaty sounds, as he sings: I like it.
Oh well, next thought.
I have always preferred bottled beer to canned beer.
Until I discovered aluminum thermal cans.
Hey. not bad.
And much easier to carry for those of us who are on the dark side of the moon.
I had a rather wacked out week at work, and I wonder sometimes if I am the reason the week gets wacked.
Yeah, I really do try to do the best I can.
However, I am a sub human, token idiot of the senior world, still working and I do, on occasion, makes boo boos.
Ok. I make them every day.
Over breakfast this morning, I listened to my friend discuss an elderly woman who refused to retire, while everyone whispered : “Uhm…. Maybe someone should institute a mandatory retirement age. The old gal is really a mess.”
Come on folks. Give us old bags a break.
Anyway, getting back to this elderly woman, she died, at her desk.
I think about that and hope that if I do croak, that after a few weeks, someone may ask for my opinion on something important, like what to order for lunch, and cart my ass off to the recycling bin.
For now, I am enjoying the hell out of my golden years.
I get up at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks that the cats don’t know it.
I go to work at a job I really like, disguised in animal hats to protect the innocent.
And I have 2, yes 2, watering holes on my way home each night.
In summary, I have decided not to take myself seriously. (Not that I ever have)
As I have ripened, like a squash, or a banana, old is not necessarily better.
As a matter of fact, old kinda sucks.
Unless of course, one is a seasoned cougar, wise beyond her years, and bat #WT%^T# crazy.
And that my friends, is me.