Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for November 06, 2014

Having to make those calls is a lot worse.

I remember when I was going to weddings or baby showers 2 or 3 or more times a year. I never realized or understood how those times would change. And my grandmother, in her mid-nineties, remarking how no one in church was older than she anymore. How very odd, to say the least, that must feel.

They could be discussing a soap opera.

I check the obituaries to see how many people are younger than me. My attorney says everybody is younger than him. I’m going to need a new attorney…if I make it much longer.

More funerals, less weddings…it’s called getting old.

Before my late father-in-law moved in with us, he achieved that sad state of outliving everyone he knew other than his children. My father is perilously close to achieving the same.

“When I awaken, I dust off my wits, open the paper and read the obits; If I’m not there, I know I’m not dead, so I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed. How do I know my youth is all spent? My get up and go, Has got up and went…”

Aha! Another day above ground! I have fooled them again! Bwa-hah-hah! .URK!

My dad, at 91, has outlived his “first batch” of friends. He just went out and found a new batch younger than him. Gotta love him.

Have a great day! No tsk tsk for you……

I check the obits to see if I’m in them. So far, so good.

If I find my obit listed it will because the Social Security Admin killed me off; instead of fighting them I will just change my name and start over.

Another getting old sign: when your doctors are younger than you are.

There’s a point where your friends stop bragging about how much they can drink to complaining about how much they spend on prescription.

I got into a “whatever happened to…” mood the other day. I quit after the dead count hit seven. I logged on to the Drudge Report to cheer up. … :-)

Saturday I’m going to the funeral of the woman who had been my dad’s last surviving high school classmate. Dad, though, is doing great.

It’s not that you get more calls like that these days, it’s just that your parents used to answer the phone and deal with them.

My sister-in-law(65) is getting very maudlin about getting old, people dying, getting cancer etc. I try to tell her we are going to be getting more bad news than good and we just have to be thankful we are healthy. I am 62, a breast cancer survivor, still work full time and have no plans to retire. While I am not middle aged, I am not old!! All adults are about the same age. Everyday you wake up on this side of the dirt is a blessing!!

Still, it would help greatly if old age were cured.We built ourselves from a single fertilized cell; obviously we can rejuvenate if we just figure out how to talk our cells into doing so.