This is my first editorial blog for seniors, by a senior. Yeah, yeah, I know - you don't like the phrase "Senior Citizen," and neither did I, but get used to it. It's not all that bad, and it's a lot better now than it was when our parents hit this age. We are a lot smarter about our physical health, have all these new electronic gadgets to play with, and the TV screens have gotten bigger, so we can watch our favorite programs and not have to resort to wearing Mr. Magoo glasses.
So, feel free to contribute to the discussion. We came of age in the generation of sex, drugs and rock n' roll, although we've probably haven't promoted that lifestyle since we became parents. But there is still that twenty year old inside of us - the one who cut college classes because they partied a little to hard the night before, the one who actually went to Woodstock and not just said they did so they could be considered "cool," and the ones who went to war, or protested it. This blog is especially for you. Here, you can blog about the times you've forgotten, the fun you had, or the difference your life is than what you envisioned it to be. Have a gripe about becoming a senior, just blog away. But remember, keep it clean and respectful. We don't want to get thrown out of the bar, uh, the blog site. Welcome to the party!
This morning, I woke up out of a sound sleep because the heater has gone haywire and the house is a balmy 85 degrees - gotta get that fixed. After trying unsuccessfully to get back to sleep, I headed out to the living room. I looked at the clock - 3am. When I was in my twenties, it was about getting in at 3am and having to be get up to go to work in three hours; in my fifties it's about getting up at 3am and wondering why I'm awake when I have to get up to go to work in three hours.
I decided that if I'm going to be awake, I might as well make some use of the time. Rather than sit like a couch potato (no offense to those who choose that lifestyle) and watch an endless stream of bad movies, repeated programming, or infomercials, I thought that writing about the issues and experiences of what it's like to be heading into the world of senior citizens would be more entertaining. Well, at least to me it is.
What is really interesting is that I, like many of you out there, feel we're not old enough (in our minds) to be SENIOR CITIZENS! At least, not in the true sense of the phrase. You know, the embarassed looks your kids (who now have kids of their own) give you when you begin to "rock out" with the Rolling Stones, or Bruce or any number of performers or bands that were a part of the backdrop of the 60s and 70s. But hey, should we clam up and pretend that we don't like our music anymore? Stop rockin' on? Sit in the rocker instead?
The question of the day - If you give up being young at heart, do you automatically become old of mind and body? What keeps you young at heart? I'd like to know.
Later......
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