What's Old?
Yesterday was Dad and Uncle Aling's birthday. Which makes me wonder, what is old?
Old is a function of the person looking at 'cha.
When I was a youngster in Ohio (before we moved to the big house), I thought sixteen years old was old. At sixteen, you could drive!
Somewhere in my twenties, fifteen years older than I was seemed a faraway land.
And hey, when did the definition of middle age start to mean "a decade older than I am"?
I look at Dad, and he's not a "spring chicken" (why would ANYone want to be a chicken, any kind of chicken, at that?), but he's rather sprightly. I hope to be as sprightly as he is, on that birthday.
Labels: Birthday

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