By extending the same
argument, you could round my age to 100. Don't let a silly number bother you. It doesn't make all that much
difference if you take care of yourself.
By extending the same
argument, you could round my age to 100. Don't let a silly number bother you. It doesn't make all that much
difference if you take care of yourself.
To compel a man to subsidize with his taxes the propagation of ideas which he disbelieves and abhors is sinful and tyrannical.
Thomas Jefferson
I think I hit my peak physically in
my early 50s. I'm 57 now and still feeling great, but not quite as strong as when I was a few years ago. Anyway,
when I was in my 40s I didn't consider myself any older (or more mature probably) than anyone of any age I might
have run into. Lots of exercise, good food, stuff like that helps.
To enjoy good health, to bring true happiness to one's family, to bring peace to all, one must first discipline and control one's own mind. If a man can control his mind he can find the way to Enlightenment, and all wisdom and virtue will naturally come to him.
- Buddha
Yoga in Eugene
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Over 30? What's 30, I forget.
. .?
Ditto about numbers. I am just as confused and fascinated as I was at 20, but I'm having a lot more
absolute pleasure being it.
I get younger as I get older in numbers. I suspect, also, that this is
immaturity out of the closet.
But if I hang out with anyone, it's with middle aged juvenile delinquents
who like a good laugh, don't feel guilty about much anymore, don't "communicate our feelings," don't blame our
parents for anything, think the Beatles' Let It Be is a church hymn, live for double entendres [but don't have a
clue what "entendre" is], share stupid porn phone downloads, are highly intelligent but committed to hiding it in
order to pass at bowling alleys and taverns, have children and stepchildren who fail to launch, enjoy sex fully, are
loyal, wear seatbelts, don't take themselves too seriously, no longer have a clue about who to vote fore, and a
bunch of other stuff I can't remember right now. . .
As for me, I'm stuck in a Fellini satire [the old
Kirosawa] and often simply stare into space for a moment wondering if anyone is about to yell "cut." They never
do.
Oh, and Our Wonderful House is called: How I Came to Live In an Archeological Dig. It's wonderfully
alive with all the people I love who have danced in my kitchen, left hidden gifts, worked their art, threw a nerf
brick at an NFL referee, drank too much beer or whisky, not drank enough beer or whisky, searched for that scrap of
paper with my screen names and passwords for sites I don't remember being on, are paranoid that someone will
discover that the screen names are me, sang songs, hugged seriously, butt bumped, picked up the phone and spent
150$US buying the Flower Power CD collection during an infomercial, watched the cat barf up a hairball during
breakfast coffee, laughed until we cried all summer at the next door dog going dog-wild wanting to taste sticks,
shoes, beer, peanut butter, bananas, your cell phone, watched 347 documentaries on the History channel on Hitler, or
done 87 loads of laundry until we had to buy a new dryer [hi, Mom!].
And, note I didn't even mention the
sex. That would just be TMI.
For this purely amazing life I gave up living in Houston and Atlanta where
there is great food and great music. And moved to Erie PA.
Oh, sorry. . .just a moment of reverie. I
don't seriously think any soul is interested in hearing anything about me. But I'm a good listener until it comes
to descriptions of physical ailments, stories about dogs or grandchildren, cookie recipes, or the latest colonoscopy
preparation procedures.
See what you have to look forward to? Did I mention the sex is
great?
You don't want to hear about my
corny corns? I thought you'd be a good member here....
I do like your emphasis on sex and beer.
Chuckle...
I'm stuck between an "8 1/2" cafe and a "Ran" mask. Cut, cut... CUT! But wait, open your eyes and there are
cherry blossoms covering your path.
Don't be fooled anyone, 50 is the new 50, and there's no archaeologically
better place to be.
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