Thoughts on hitting 65.

In case you're not aware of it.  This birthday is a milestone in Donnie's life.

This is the day he hits 65.  Those of us who have been there, done that, know that it's the beginning of the end.  Now is when everything really starts going to hell.

There isn't a day that goes by that you don't notice that something, on your perfect body, isn't working quite as good today as it did yesterday.

If you start to plan anything more than a month ahead, you'll find yourself prefacing it with, "if I'm still around".

Pretty soon the biggest part of your day will be discovering a new pain in a part of your body you had totally forgotten you even had.

65 is when you, really, realize that old age is nothing to laugh at.  Old age is only funny to young people.  To old people, the funny part is that those young people (if they're still around) will face this day sooner than they think.  They'll realize they didn't save the world and they were'nt all that important to the grand scheme of things, after all.

That's when us, even, older people will be able to laugh at the look on their faces when they realize that, yes, THEY have become that old person THEY used to laugh at.....if us even older people are still around.


A comment from Donnie:
"That goofy straw hat, which you captured atop my head on a visit several years ago, went into the trash bin just today.  (And there's still more room in the bin for me.)"