DAY 64 -- Will You Lock The Door, When I'm Sixty Four?

A few months ago, Bonnie turned 64.  If she read these blogs she may be a bit (understatement) upset that I told the world, or the two who read this, that she just turned 64.  Yep, you guessed it, the house was ringing with the Beatles "When I'm 64!"  Will you still love me, will you still want me when I'm sixty four.  It was ringing through Sam's house all that day.  It is till ringing through my mind, when I'm sixty four.

My body feels one hundred and sixty four, but I am healthy.  Every morning when I crawl out of bed, I feel another, different ache that wasn't there yesterday. They seem to come every day.  I guess that occurs when one is either 64 or approaching 64.  Today we have 64 days until our M day, or June 9th.  Sixty four days..... that is not very many days. 

I am thoroughly thankful that we can still crawl out of bed, get going and DO things when we are as old as we are.  I know there are many who cannot at our age.  It is certainly a blessing that we can qualify for a mission at this advanced age.

A young lady at a social event yesterday was watching a performer and she said that the one in question was old.  She should be younger, like a teenager.  She was so old.  When asked how old she was, she replied, "Well she is probably at least 30."  If she is OLD at thirty, then what am I?

I remember when my father turned 50.  We held a surprise party for him.  He hated it.  I remember thinking as we were getting ready for his party that we should probably go together as children and purchase him a casket.  He was going to be needing it in a few days.  He was OLD.  Of course at that time I was about 23 years old. Now I am 12 years older than he was then.  Maybe I should be asking for a casket for my birthday?

I guess "OLD" is determined by the one who calls someone old.  A new born baby can look at his/her parents and think, they are old, really old, when in reality with my ancient-hood, I can look at those same parents and think them babies, having babies, since they are only in their twenties or even teens.

I guess some may even call me a baby compared  to those who are approaching the century mark.  I guess it is just from where you look, your location as you look at others who are either younger or older than your present state.  What is OLD?  I am NOT!