Quote from Forum Archives on February 21, 2007, 9:31 am

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

"THIS KIND OF STUFF HAS GOT TO STOP IN OUR COUNTRY"

 

 

We Must Stop This Immediately!

 

Have you noticed that stairs are getting steeper? Groceries are heavier. And, everything is farther away. Yesterday I walked to the corner and I was
dumbfounded to discover how long our street has become! This extension work was apparently done at night!! Very sneaky stuff ...

 

And, you know, people are less considerate now, especially the youngsters. They speak in whispers all the time! If you ask them to speak up they just keep repeating themselves, endlessly mouthing the same silent message until they're red in the face! What do they think I am, a lip reader?

 

I also think they are much younger than I was at the same age. On the other
hand, people my own age are so much older than I am. I ran into an old friend the other day, and he has aged so much that he didn't even recognize me.

 

I got to thinking about the poor guy while I was combing my hair this morning,
and in doing so, I glanced at my own reflection ... Well, REALLY NOW -- even mirrors are not made the way they used to be!

 

Another thing, everyone drives so fast these days! You're risking life and limb if you happen to pull onto the freeway in front of them. All I can say is, their brakes must wear out awfully fast, the way I see them screech and swerve in my rear view mirror.

 

Clothing manufacturers are less civilized these days. Why else would they
suddenly start labeling a size 32 pair of pants a 42, or medium shirt as 'extra large'? Do they think no one notices that these things no longer fit around the waist, hips, thighs, and neck?

 

The people who make bathroom scales are pulling the same prank, but in reverse.
Do they think I actually "believe" the number I see on that dial? Heck! I would never let myself weigh that much! Just who do these people think they're fooling?

 

I'd like to call up someone in authority to report what's going on -- but the
telephone company is in on the conspiracy too: they've printed the phone books in such small print that no one could ever find a number in there!

 

All I can do is pass along this warning: We are under attack! Unless something drastic happens, pretty soon everyone will have to suffer these awful indignities.

 

PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW AS SOON AS POSSIBLE SO WE CAN GET THIS
CONSPIRACY STOPPED!

 

PS: I am sending this to you in a larger font size, because something has caused  my computer's regular fonts to be smaller than they once were. (They must be  sneaking to my house and messing around with my computer. Probably CIA ...!!!)
Pretty scary stuff, huh!?!?!

 

 

"Remember When"

 

 

Old age, I decided,
is a gift.
I am now, probably
 for the first time in my life,
the person I have always
 wanted to be.
Oh, not my body!
I sometimes despair
over my body ...
the wrinkles,
the baggy eyes,
and the sagging butt.

 

And often I am taken aback
by that old person that
lives in my mirror,
but I don't agonize over
those things for long.

 

I would never trade
my amazing friends,
my wonderful life,
my loving family
for less grey hair or
a flatter belly.
As I've aged,
I've become more kind to myself,
and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend.

 

I don't chide myself
for eating that extra cookie,
or for not making my bed,
or for buying that silly
cement gecko that I didn't need,
but looks so avant-garde
on my patio.

 

I am entitled to overeat,
to be messy,
to be extravagant.
I have seen too many
dear friends leave this
world too soon;
before they understood
the great freedom
that comes with aging.

 

Whose business is it
if I choose to read or play
on the computer until 4 a.m.
and sleep until noon?

 

I will dance with myself to
those wonderful tunes
of the 60's, and if I,
at the same time, wish to
weep over a lost love...
I will.

 

I will walk the beach
in a swim suit that is
stretched over a bulging body,
and will dive into the waves
with abandon if I choose to,
despite the pitying glances
from the bikini set.

 

They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful.
But there again, some of life
is just as well forgotten .
and I eventually remember
the important things.

 

Sure, over the years,
my heart has been broken.
How can your heart not break
when you lose a loved one,
or when a child suffers,
or even when a beloved pet
gets hit by a car?

 

But broken hearts are what
give us strength and
understanding and compassion.
A heart never broken is
pristine and sterile
and will never know the joy
of being imperfect.

 

I am so blessed
to have lived long enough
to have my hair turn grey,
and to have my youthful
laughs be forever etched
into deep grooves on my face.

 

So many have never laughed,
and so many have died
before their hair could turn silver.
I can say "no", and mean it.
I can say "yes", and mean it.

 

As you get older,
it is easier to be positive.
You care less about
what other people think.
I don't question myself anymore.
I've even earned the right
 to be wrong.

 

So, to answer your question,
I like being old.
It has set me free.
I like the person I have become.

 

I am not going to live forever,
but while I am still here,
I will not waste time lamenting
what could have been,
or worrying about what will be.
but will continue
to rejoice in what was.
Author Unknown

 

 

"Dear Friend"

 

 

Just a line to say I'm living ...
That I'm not among the dead,

 

Though I'm getting more forgetful
And mixed up in the head.

 

I got used to my arthritis,
To my dentures I'm resigned,

 

I can manage my bifocals,
But Lord ... how I miss my mind!!!

 

Sometimes I can't remember
When I stand at the foot of the stairs,

 

If I must go up for something ...
Or if I've just come down from there.

 

I stand before the fridge at times,
My poor mind filled with doubt,

 

Have I come to put food away,
Or come to take some out?

 

There are times when it is dark out,
And with my nightcap on my head,

 

I don't know if I'm retiring ...
Or just getting out of bed.

 

So if it's my turn to write you,
There's no need for getting sore,

 

I may think that I have written
And don't want to be a bore.

 

I do know that I miss you
And wish that you were near.

 

And now it's nearly mail time
So I must say good bye, my dear.

 

Now I'm standing beside the mail box
With a face so very red,

 

Instead of mailing you my letter ...

 

I have opened it instead!!!

Author Unknown

 

 

Have a Blessed Day

Dave and Barbara

 

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