Rolling Oldies

Time goes on. I turned 60 not too long ago. At one time, I was barely eligible for senior discounts, now I easily qualify. It does have an affect on you mentally. Realisticly, 3/4 of my life has been lived in Wada men years. I recognize my limitations more, or at least forced to recognize them. My projects take longer as I have to break them up into smaller time frames, I can not longer tolerate extreme weather, and I am not able to keep up with the grandson without sharing nap times. The most telling indicator of my age is that my mental filter has exceeded its capacity. I am more prone to say what is on my mind. That in itself is what scares the wife more than anything. My views on life are based on experience (old man stories) and have trouble understanding the young ones. Then I find myself repeating what I just said. You can tell by the expression of the younger folks faces. But the most disturbing fact about getting old is that my music has faded from the airwaves. At one time the local oldies played 60 and 70s music, then it was the mid seventies, and now the 80s. As time goes on, they just keep cutting off the older years and adding the next decade. If I want to listen to music of my youth, I now have to watch PBS and sit through those damn pledge breaks. When I go to church, I don't recognize the worship songs. The songs of my youth in church have all but disappeared. Even the hymns that I found antiquated are dearly missed. The old question of if a tree falls in the forest, does it make a noise? Well if they no longer play the songs, did they ever exist? Only in my memories. Did I mention that it exists in my mind?