I’m old. Old like in my 70s. My father was 42 when I was born and my mother gave birth to me when she was 36. And I was the baby of our family.
When my mother was my age, my father was in his 80s. Both were retired and spending most of their time at home watching TV and reading. And waiting around for the Grim Reaper to show up.
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Pretty much how my wife and I are spending our time these days.
Don’t wait for him to show up, don’t even think of that grim reeper, you’ve years yet before your going anywhere, we hope!
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I hope, too!
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Were they blogging? Connecting with people through blogging? Do you really feel 70’s is old? I think 30 years ago it was considered old, but not so much today. I don’t mean to presume I know you, as I don’t, but from what you share here you have never struck me as old and done and waiting for the grim reaper. Or is that just your sardonic, sarcastic, cynical self coming through? 🙂
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That was before blogging was a thing and even before the World Wide Web. No email, no texting, no Facebook or Instagram. You know, prehistoric.
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Yeah I know, I was there!! 😀
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“Or is that just your sardonic, sarcastic, cynical self coming through?” YES! 🤣
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;-D ;-D
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Seventies is the new fifty 🙂
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Good to know, Rory!
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I’m not that different to you in terms of family: My father was 47 when I was born, my mother 38; I, too, was the baby of the family. Unfortunately, my father never made it to his 80s or even 70s, he died when I was 21 and for a long time I was really cross with him for leaving before I could show him that I was more than that mouthy, contrary teenager he knew. But that is beside the point of your post. — Can I say it better than a great poet? Better than Dylan Thomas? I don’t think so, so here goes:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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The closer we get to the 2024 election on the U.S., the rage you’ll see in me! 😉
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Rage on!
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I’m sorry about losing your father at such an early age. My father passed in his eighties, but to him, I was always a mouthy, contrary teenager even in my fifties!
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Why do I believe that?
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You’re spending your time more constructively I feel by writing.
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I hope so!
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Of course 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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To quote Prince – “Better live now before the Grim Reaper comes knocking on your door.” I think you are living through blogging!
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I am.
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My parents married later in life so mum was 35 when I arrived and dad was 42. These days that would not be considered late to be starting a family but it was then. I was always conscious that mum was older than the other mothers waiting at the school gates.
She used to say “You are only as old as you feel.” My body feels old sometimes, but my mind feels the same as it always has. I just have less tolerance for things that annoy me.
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