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Thursday, January 28, 2016

The Funny Thing about Turning 72…


In a mere 13 days I will “get” to celebrate my 72nd birthday. An auspicious occasion? Not really. It will be just another day of the 26,298 I will have celebrated on this planet. Not bad!

For a number of years, especially since beginning this Hell-of-a-Guy blog (I wonder if I am the only one who reads the crap I post), I have written something on my birthday or as it approaches about my aging. This year obviously is no different. I just cannot seem to slow down this spiraling aging process we call life.

Now, the funny thing about turning 72 is simply that there is nothing at all funny or hilarious about it. There sure as hell isn’t anything I can do to stop it, it is coming as the speed of light. I do have one God-given means, but I choose not to use it. The alternative to taking a breath every once in a while is far less conducive to my present lifestyle.

If I were to invert the age number 72 to 27 and run a comparison on how I felt then and what I could do, there might be some fun it that. Hmmm?

When I was 27, I had hair. At 72, not so much.
When I was 27, I could jog for an hour or more. At 72, not at all, actually, not at all.
When I was 27, I had a waistline. At 72, I have a much larger one.
When I was 27, I could sleep all night without a bathroom trip. At 72, a night with less than three is a miracle.
When I was 27, I could stay up and watch the 11pm news and maybe some of The Tonight Show. At 72, if I make it to 10pm it, too, is a miracle.
When I was 27, I had no problem tying my shoe laces and buttoning my shirt collar. At 72, both are a huge chore, so I wear loafers and collarless shirts.
When I was 27, my libido was alive and kicking. At 72, it’s in there somewhere and comes to visit once in a great while…I think.

I really think I could go one and on, but soon I will get into physicality and physical ability, and this whole conversation will take a nosedive into areas I would rather not explore. Suffice it to say, it is all still good. My life is good, my health is okay, what more could I ask for.

I really have but one wish, one abiding wish for my future: I want to get to hold the babies of all of my grandchildren. So far, that wish has been granted once, and it is one of the most spectacular feelings I have ever had.

Perhaps the funny thing about turning 72 is me and how I look at it, and in it I have 20-20 vision.

And that is all I have to say about that…