January 23, 2018
I actually have a car. Two of them! (and one in my garage that I’m working on.)
When I wake up in the morning I don’t jump out of bed. When I do manage to drag myself off of the mattress there are a lot of strange popping sounds.
I don’t need to ask any girls that I don’t know out on dates any more. I have a built in one now. Ewwww… I hope Ellen doesn’t read that.
When I totter down my fairly short snow covered driveway it takes me 5 minutes lest I fall and break a hip.
My weekly pill container.
When I gather with friends we begin by discussing the weather and our current physical well-being.
I know what a colonoscopy is.
My faith means more and more as the years go by.
I have my own kids who are much older than 17.
I have another child that begins with the word “grand”.
My parents are gone.
My grandparents are gone.
Most of my aunts and uncles are gone.
I don’t live with or see my extended family very much.
I have my own credit card.
I even have cash in my wallet on occasion.
I have drawn closer to Jesus.
I carry two sets of reading glasses… one for close, one for far. (I know they make things called bi-focals!)
Retirement is a part of my language these days… but not yet.
I care little about clothing styles. You don’t need to comment on that!
I listen to music that is now 50 years old… and I have a growing appreciation for the music my parents listened to.
I have begun to lose friends to death.
I don’t worry about school or homework anymore. Sadly I didn’t worry too much about it back then either.
I don’t go play tackle football with my friends. I could if I wanted to… once… for about 15 seconds. Then we would be off to Jefferson Hospital.
I’ve had a crush on the same girl for over 45 years. None of that “every week” stuff.
I have become more “set in my ways” as much as I loathe that.
I find myself less patient with 17 year olds.
I care little for the world’s values. Nor do I care to emulate them.
Cancer is more of a reality in the life of my friends than it was when I was a teenager…. So is heart disease, strokes and any number of other dreadful illnesses.
The reality of Jesus becomes greater each day of my life. That doesn’t mean you will see it in me very well, I’m afraid.
I don’t struggle with some of the excessive hormonal things that 17 year olds do… if you know what I mean.
It doesn’t bother me so much to say “I don’t know.”
I’ve had my 45th High School reunion.
I am much more mature and sophisticated… um… yeah.
I couldn’t name you 2 popular contemporary rock bands… not even 2.
I eat quinoa, and even succotash. But NOT LIVER!!!
I ache in places I didn’t know I had places.
My knees hate going up steps… and down steps… and pretty much walking on flat places.
Running… yeah I remember doing that… a long time ago.
I have walked out of my office and forgotten what I was going to do. Truth is… I have forgotten a couple of other things.
I care little for where I am on the social totem pole these days. Frankly, I’m not really sure where the pole is.
I slipped and fell in 6 inches of snow last week… first checked to see if anything was broken… 6 inches of snow. Come on!
I only eat what I like. Why should I submit myself to any torture? By the way… I like a lot of things.
I have grown to appreciate church people more and more over the years.
I have, on occasion, been more and more frustrated with church people over the years.
Figure those last two out!
I have a sister who will turn 70 this year! (I wonder if she’s reading this?)
I have no more dreams of a 1969 Chevy Chevelle… Or a 1949 Chevy Pick-up for that matter.
I don’t drink Tang any more… or Tab, or Simba… (Look it up)
I don’t wear bell bottoms or shirts with obscenely big collars.
I don’t dream of my hair growing down to my shoulders. I just dream of my hair not departing so quickly.
No one offers me illegal drugs any more.
If I want to drink alcohol (which I don’t), I needn’t worry about getting caught by my father.
I don’t hang out with friends any more… for the most part.
I don’t get an allowance any more… Oh wait… I never did.
I don’t have chores these days… now it’s just “stuff you have to do to maintain your house.”
½ of my favorite rock band died decades ago.
When I say I am a Christian, it means something all together different than when I was 17.
I am on the downside of my life. Some people say 63 is middle aged… Seriously?! Unless I live to be 126…
I just don’t move as fast as I once did… and trust me I was never a speedster.
Two very different perspectives on being 17:
Sung by Frank Sinatra
When I was seventeen it was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights We’d hide from the lights on the village green When I was seventeen
By Janis Ian
I learned the truth at seventeen That love was meant for beauty queens And high school girls with clear skinned smiles Who married young and then retired The valentines I never knew The Friday night charades of youth Were spent on one more beautiful At seventeen I learned the truth…
And those of us with ravaged faces Lacking in the social graces Desperately remained at home Inventing lovers on the phone Who called to say “come dance with me” And murmured vague obscenities It isn’t all it seems at seventeen…
The unpredictability of youth is hard to explain.
Next year I’ll be singing a different tune… “When I’m 64.”