I often say at my age, I say what I want. Often, my big mouth may not serve me well. Especially when I spout off about religion. Often pose the question, Are you a believer? A positive yes response will normally get a, That's too bad.
Back to the old part of this.
Last night had dinner my my friend, Mr. Charlie. For a couple of years or so, we've been meeting at the No Frill Grill and have absolutely perfect service, thanks to Shelby. And, the food is usually pretty good. I can never remember how old he is, though he is younger than I. But, I'm sure he's over 70 (EDIT: Mr. Charlie let me know he's 72).
We swapped old stories. We each had one.
|The wind was blowing. Strongly. |
Dang, I look angry or something.
And, my oldness story. A few days ago, was at my Kroger's (yes, I own stock). I was somewhat bent over looking at the nuts on the bottom shelf.
Sir, may I help you get something?
Thanks, ma'am. I greatly appreciate it. I smiled. Maybe you could help me up once I get down.
What a delightful lady....
Yes, Mr. C and I agree we've turned the corner or whatever term you want to use, on being old. We are there.