Speaking of old men, I sometimes play golf with an 88-year-old man, named Rich. He and I are part of a golf club that plays once a week. Unlike many of the younger guys, Rich walks the entire 18-hole course, which is probably about 4 miles in total length. He drives the ball nearly as far I do, about 200 yards. His short game is sharp, and I have yet to beat him. I tell Rich, "When I grow up, I want to be just like you."
I'm afraid the old woman barged in when I was too weak to shove her back outside. Ive lived with her four years now, and try as I might, I cant get her to leave. I haven't given up though. Currently trying to think of a way to run her over with my walker!
"We must learn to fight to not let the old man in." Or the old woman. I keep a nightstick (holdover from my sheriff's dept. days long ago) by the front door to bean her over the head when she shows up. :)
And what's interesting is that the term "billy club" was first used in 1848 as a slang for a burglar's crowbar. I guess LE didn't want to be left out, right? :)
I’m with Kay as regards defining old age; my answer is always, “I’ll let ya’ know when I get there.” But my wife says just because I feel like I’m 27 doesn’t mean I have to act 27; how does she remember that far back?!
Speaking of old men, I sometimes play golf with an 88-year-old man, named Rich. He and I are part of a golf club that plays once a week. Unlike many of the younger guys, Rich walks the entire 18-hole course, which is probably about 4 miles in total length. He drives the ball nearly as far I do, about 200 yards. His short game is sharp, and I have yet to beat him. I tell Rich, "When I grow up, I want to be just like you."
I want to be, too! That's awesome.
A friend of mine asked me recently what age did I consider to be "old age." I said it's been the same answer all my life: ten years older than I am.
Works for me. 😁
I'm going to plug that idea into my memory bank, Kay. Unfortunately, it's overdrawn.
I'm afraid the old woman barged in when I was too weak to shove her back outside. Ive lived with her four years now, and try as I might, I cant get her to leave. I haven't given up though. Currently trying to think of a way to run her over with my walker!
😂😂
I love the Clint Eastwood quote--it's my mantra...well maybe don't let the old woman in. I was 65 when my first book released.
Oh...and I meant to add, 18 since then.
What a great testimony, Patricia.
"We must learn to fight to not let the old man in." Or the old woman. I keep a nightstick (holdover from my sheriff's dept. days long ago) by the front door to bean her over the head when she shows up. :)
A billy club, eh? That should do the trick!
And what's interesting is that the term "billy club" was first used in 1848 as a slang for a burglar's crowbar. I guess LE didn't want to be left out, right? :)
I’m with Kay as regards defining old age; my answer is always, “I’ll let ya’ know when I get there.” But my wife says just because I feel like I’m 27 doesn’t mean I have to act 27; how does she remember that far back?!
😂👍