I'm 62. My client and I are crawling out from under a RR car that he wants to modify. After grunting and groaning, I stand up and say, 'have I ever told you how much I hate middle age'. He says, "middle age? What, do you think you're going to be 130, this ain't the middle."
I ain't saying how old I am, but for reference, I can still remember getting down under my desk at school in an atomic bomb drill. I had no idea what an atomic bomb was, but looking back, I don't really think ducking under the desk would have helped any.
In England we never had those drills. It was always known that three H-bombs would wipe out the entire country, so there was no point. And nobody built bomb shelters.
chas smith wrote:I'm 62. My client and I are crawling out from under a RR car that he wants to modify. After grunting and groaning, I stand up and say, 'have I ever told you how much I hate middle age'. He says, "middle age? What, do you think you're going to be 130, this ain't the middle."
Oh man, I got that news a couple of years ago too. Kinda disturbing ain't it.
The Last of the World's Great Human Beings. Ok, well maybe one of the last. Oh alright then, a perfectly ordinary slacker.
I also remember those "under the desk" atomic bomb drills. Makes as much sense as designating a restroom as the tornado shelter. No way I'm spending my last living moments in there. BTW I'll be 56 in June.
Our whole life is gravy, if you think about it. Most ovums don't get fertilized, and only one sperm in a million finds it target, so the chances of us even being born at all are very very slim. We're lucky to be here. Looking at it like that, every day is precious, and a gift of providence.
By the way, everything in the universe is the same age: we're all as old as dirt. The same atoms are reused time and time again. Everything we're made up of came out of the big bang.