|Oh, Old, Helpless And Slow, And You Don't Have Anywhere To Go
||[Apr. 5th, 2014|11:18 pm]
5 April 2014|
Someone just journaled about helping a student by explaining what an LP and a floppy disk were, and that she was feeling old. I pointed out that the student was actually just too young. But it got me to thinking about feeling old.
I'm feeling old.
I can actually speak about what I was doing, on this day, sixty years ago, now. What I was doing sixty years ago, actually, was mitosis -- I wouldn't be born until the following December. But, still, 2014 is the year I turn 60, and, frankly, that's too damn old for my taste.
You have my sympathy.
FWIW, Newboi! turns 64 this year...which rather freaks *me* out...
Hmmm! Not that new, then...
The older I get, the younger 60 sounds! So I insist you are not old! Just...SEASONED.
Yeah, salt and nitrates. And plenty of garlic. :)
Dare I use the clichéd response that it beats the alternative?
Eternal youth and perfect health?
Just think, soon you'll have the answer to "will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64"
The lovely Mrs. Professor turns 64 in October. I'm carefully not singing this. :)