Who Are All These Old People And Where Did They Come From?

Who ARE all these old people and where did they come from? You see them everywhere. They are on T.V. in commercials, in magazine advertisements, at restaurant, at the doctor's office and almost everywhere you look. There are so many of them. Who are they and why are they here and thick as flies? I don't know. Don't get me wrong, I always have liked old people. I belong to a group of golfers who play golf on Tuesday and you have to be over 50 to join the club. Most of these guys are old, really old like over 55. One guy in our group-and I won't mention any names-is listed on the passenger manifest of the Mayflower. Another gentleman who plays on Tuesday and is a member of our Senior's Club is retired Air Force. I wouldn't call him old but I think he fought at Yorktown with General Washington and knew Lafayett. Well, maybe he's not that old. The rallying cry in the course clubhouse after we all finish our rounds is not "That was a great round of golf" but "Please pass the Blue Imu." Welcome to the temple of ancient aching muscles. Some guys even walk the course, but don't worry we always have a paramedic and ambulance on call. They are a great bunch of guys and I love them all, but I probably will catch it for calling them old. Oh well, it is what it is. I needed new glasses so I went to the optomotrist to get a new pair. It seems as though my seventy two year old eyes need to be adjusted. He did an examination on my eyes and said I needed my new lenses I had done for my cataracts cleaned. He also said I needed a proceedure because I had some diabetic issues with my eyes. He strongly suggested that I go to my regular doctor and get a referral to an opthamoogist to take a look at my eyes and get my optic issues looked at and fixed. I went to my regular doctor for a checkup and eceived a referral to the eye doctor. The eye doctor's office contactacted me and we set up an appointment. I walked in the door of the eye doctor's office the time of my appointment and sat down, breaiking down and stowing my walker. OK, I didn't come in with my walker that I haven't used for a couple of weeks. I just said that because-I don't know why I mentioned the walker but I did use a walker for a few weks after my heart attack. I looked around the waiting room and guess what. It was filled with old people, very old people. There was a T.V. on playing streaming episodes of The Adams Family. Everyone in the room knew each of the characters and Lurch came out before he even said it, everyone in the room said "You Rang?". Also, when the hand with no body came out of the box, everyone said "Thank You Thing". That is by no means normal, and what happened next was really scary, I mean REALLY scary. The conversation got started. "How many of you remeber Rawhide?" Another lady sitting in the corner of the room asked, " How many of you remember Sugarfoot?". The older gentleman with the cane said, "I remember watching 77, Sunset Strip.". "How many of you remember The Rifleman?" "What about My Favorite Martian?" another person added in. "I remember watching the original Bonanza in color" another person chimed in. "How many of you watched The Rebel? Johnny Huma was a rebel, he travelled alone?" These people wre not talking about the reruns streaming on TV today, but the original broadcasts. What really made me stand up and take notice that I was in the company of real old people was when we got started talking abou the show "Sky King", and people in the waiting room not only knew the main character's name-Skylar King-but also knew the name of his airplane-The Songbird-and the name of his niece Penny who lived with him. That my friend, is part of the pure definition of being an old person. Have you recently watched T.V? Right now is "Open Enrollment" for Medicare. Guess what, Medicare is for old people. How about that commercial for the telephone that writes the conversations on a screen for people-generally old people-who have difficulties hearin what is said on the phone. Let's not forget the commercials which are advertising walk in bath tubs. If I see John Price advertising insurance without a heath checkup for those from 55 to 85, I think my head will explode. The Del Webb Corporation advertises great living in it's retirement communities. I guess old people have a lot of money. I don't. My income is a small pension from my teaching days and my social security, along with Denise's-yes, my wife's real name as many of you know (I do really lvce her)-social security. I graduated from high school in 1972 and recently saw a notification on Facebook that our class president was putting together a reunion for our class. The Facebook post had the invitation to the reunion and on the invitation there was a special page. It was an "In Memorium" page of those of our classmates who have passed away. It was a very long list of people I remember. I don't plan on going to the reunion but there is one thing that I am very thankful about with regards to that reunion. I am not on that "In Memorium" list. I came close a couple of times and I guess that is a good thing. Who are all these old people and where did they come from? Where are my glasses? In a moment I am going to give this question some deep thought, but first I have to take my heart medication. I might just take a few ibuprophen for my arthritis. I would take a walk out in the nice warm outside, but I can't go far because I get out of breath easily. I did survive my widowmaker heart attack with just a few stents put in. I did play golf yesterday, but I have to watch it because my back hurts form the arthritis as well as my legs. Hey wait a minute, I'm seventy-two years old at this writing. Maybe I am an old person-never mind.

I Love My Wife-I really Do And She Is Special

I love my wife Fiona-the name was chjanged to protect the innocent, namely me. I am so glad that she said yes to marrying me in that Clovis, California parking lot of my apartment complex. I saw that look in her eye and said to myself, "Its time, go ahead and ask her." As of this writing, that was fourteen years ago and we have been married for thirteen eventful but wonderful years. I like the name Fiona. We first met on a dating site and arranged to meet at a McDonalds in the town she lived in sixty miles away from where I lived. I have to say that I am a one woman man and truthfully I was looking for a good woman who would accompany me through the ups and downs of the rest of my life. She had to play golf. Fiona did and that kind of sealed the deal. OK, there was more to it than that. I'm going to steal a line here. How do I love thee, my dear? Let me count the ways. I don't steal much of anything as far as lines go, but this just seemd appropriate. When we first met, it seems to me that sparks immediately began to fly. I had that "this could be promising" feeling in my head and also my stomach began to flutter. Actually, I think the flutter in my stomach was the bad breakfast burrito I had at that taco truck before I came up to Merced to meet her. I think the biggest thing that attracted me to her was she was pretty much her "no nonsense" attitude She did not put on heirs, but showed me truly who she was. We chatted for a bit about ourselves and I could tell she was a strong woman. This was exactly what I was looking for. She was who she was and this was what you got with her. As we dated, we got to know each other better and I guess we both grew to like who we were with. By the way, that flutter in my stomach is still there and it is not because of my awful cooking. Much like the poles on a magnet we attract but are very different. She is a MEGA TYPE A personality (Not MAGA, MEGA). Everything needs to be perfect, perfectly done and picked up and in its place. If something needs to be done, it needs to be done NOW, not when you get around to it. Why wait until later to put off what you can do today, and please take your plates out of the TV room and put them in the dishwasher. We won't eve, talk about how competitive she is. Don't play tidelly winks with her and don't get into a golf money game with her. I love that about her but refuse to play any games with her. OK, so what about me. I passed TYPE B personality a long time ago. Truth told, I am operating somewhere around the TYPE R or S range. As I noted in a previous post, I suffer frome acute ADHD. I'll get to removing the dirty plates and cups from the tray by my recliner in the TV room in the morning. Hey, I just cooked us a great meal. Let me enjoy it and I will claen up the mess later. What she doesn't realize is that NOW is not in my vocabulary and LATER always comes-later, of course. Don't worry Dear, it will get done-when, later. This drives her nuts and I don't do it on purpose-well,...maybe not (I love you, Dear.). My wife has many faults, as we all do. I will admit that I have many faults as well. We do have tough conflicts but they don't ruin our relationship and actually make it stronger. I would be the first to admit that she is not perfect. Wait a minute, that didn't come out right. She's not perfect, but neither am I. There, I admitted it. The key is to look at each others strengths and good qualities and not dwell in the bad. It is also important to let things go, and not make them fester into something fatal. Here is the bottom line. With all the ups and downs of our relationship, I love my wife Fiona-name changed to protect the innocent namely me-and it has been a great thirteen years together with its ups and downs. Here's to many more wonderful years.

Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder Isn't Fatal-Maybe Or Maybe Not

The three of you readers have probably wondered where I have been since that last time I posted. Let me give you a bit of an update. I have been suffering from an acute case of retirementitis. I don't think that condition is in any medical journals, but it is a true malady. I must confess that the congestive heart failure and the heart attack probably has contributed to my inability to motivate myelf do anything. However, there is a great motivator in my life and that is my wife. I knew I was in trouble when she went to the feed store and bought a cattle prod. Gene Autry said it best when he Sang "I'm back in the saddle again". Yes, I am writing again. I plan to be pretty busy in that I am going to post here at least once a week, I am reviving my http:.//golf-course-travel-bag.blogspot.com blog and posting on my newest blog http://golfisforcouples.blogspot.com. I am also working slowly but surely on my first book The Golf Ball Always Breaks Toward The Ocean, which is a humorous look at my sixty plus years of being involed in golf and much more. It should be out and published by 2125. I hope your great-great-grandkids will buy a copy and enjoy the humor. OK dear, can you put that cattle prod down now? Let's get back to the subject. I don't know how many of you are HDHD but you will recognize what I am talking about. Oh, look at that. Dick's has a sale on Maxfli golf balls. Get back to the subjct Dave, sorry about that. OK, OK Let's see, what was I talking about. Yes, we were talking about what it is like to have ADHD. Here's how I can describe it. My mind races like a busy day at Los Angeles International Airport. That A-380 is a huge airplane, isn't it? Your mind is wandering off subject again Dave. What was I trying to say? Oh yes, LAX and why my mind is like it. My brain works fast and furious. Ideas race into it and then go out. It is sort of like airplanes landing and taking off every ten seconds at that busy airport. The control tower tries to keep things organized but that does not slow the arrivals and departures. This can be painful, at least I know it is for my wife. There are times where I get totally overstimulated, especially when my wife gives me a total battery of tasks or talk about things that are issues of the day, such as her schedule or mine. It is sort of like an amplification of that age old qwuestion, What do you wand for dinner dear? There are so many options here that my brain goes on overload. By the way, the dinner question is an issue in and of itself and I plan to explore that in a future post. You guys out there probably know what I'm taliking about so stay tuned. Trying to write this is totally taxing my abilities. I have thoughts and ideas racing through my head right now. Who won the baseball game last night? Was your night at choir practice good, dear? Did I really mean to leave the top on the bottle of Root Beer in the refrigerator loose so that my wife would spill it all over the floor (I plead the fifth on that one)? There are so many ideas exploding in my mind right now and these are just a few. Take me away Double Down slot website. Yes, in order to calm my mind I must do something that is completely mindless. I go to Double Down Slot videwo games and just press the spin button. It is amazing how calming those spinning reels are. So, are we playing golf on Friday? When is my eye doctor appointment. STOP!!!!!!! OK, so ADHD is not fatal. Hey Dear, can you put that cattle pro down now? You can draw your own conclusions.