When I’m 64!

“When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now.” Well that actually started in my 20s I think.

Yes! As of yesterday I turned 64!

I’m sure I’m not the first person who went around whistling the Beatles classic all day.

My first reaction is: “Wow! How did THAT happen?”

First off, I must say that I have many friends who are in their 70s and some in their 80s who are probably rolling their eyes right now saying, “64? That’s nothing!”

I get that. But it’s the oldest I’ve ever been!

Think back to when you were a kid. 30 was old! And if you knew someone turning 40??? Wicked old!!! My uncles were in their 60s. I never thought of it happening to me.

Yet, here we are.

On a serious note, I know a few others that didn’t make it this far. I realize I am truly blessed.

To be honest, I don’t feel 64, though I actually don’t know what 64 is supposed to feel like. I’m reminded of a meme I saw once.

We went to see Dierks Bentley last night at the Xfinity Center to celebrate. Times have changed just a bit. I took a nap before the concert. Enjoyed the concert. Then I took a nap in the car after the concert while I waited for the parking lot to clear.

I admit that I’m not as spontaneous as I used to be. Some of that is not necessarily because of my age. I had a stroke almost 10 years ago and while I try to stay “active,” there does have to be a little more planning involved. 

There are still things you can do after an illness and injury. Honestly, it’s not always what you WANT to do but you can still do something. It’s incredibly frustrating to me that I can’t do the physical things anymore but I can hold my grandson while my daughter or son-in-law do the things they have to do. I can’t do any home fix-it projects anymore but I can make dinner for when everyone else finishes up. You gotta do what you can do.

I find as I get older my priorities are changing a bit. What used to be a long list of friends and colleagues has grown a bit shorter now but the friends I’m still in contact with are very dear to me. A quiet night with a few friends has replaced those loud, large gatherings and I’m alright with that.

The family keeps growing and I’m okay morphing into my “Grampy” role. I look forward to Little League games or whatever they get into. There’s one in Texas, one in Virginia and one in Acushnet so far so Grammy and I have our vacations mapped out for the next few years.

Yeah 64 is not so bad.

“Will you still need me?

Will you still feed me?

When I’m 64?”

Hope so! I’ve still got a lot of things to do!

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