Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts

Sunday, October 05, 2008

The aging meme

Sunday Stealing: The Aging Meme

The Aging Meme: All you have to do is either finish the sentence or fill in the blanks...

At a certain age women should: start believing in themselves.

At a certain age men should: realize life is short and get those toys they'd love to have.

When I was a kid I thought I would: grow up to be an Indian. Seriously!

Now that I am older I wish: I had been able to grow up to be an Indian.

You know you are too old to party when: you go to sleep before the party starts.

You know you are too young to retire when: hmmm, this one draws a blank.

When I was in high school I listened to the music of: Pat Boone, Elvis, Conway Twitty (before he was country), and many others.

Nowadays I find I like the music of: Iris Dement, John Prine, Johnny Cash, Loudon Wainwright III, Waylon Jennings, etc. etc.

On my last birthday I: enjoyed my "new" home.

On my next birthday I want to: keep on appreciating what I have.

The best birthday present I ever got was: This mobile home!

The first time I felt grown up was: So far I haven't felt grown up. I'll let you know if it happens.

The last time I felt like a kid was: today

When I read Egermeier's Bible Story Book, it changed my life.

Last year was: good, but not as great as this year.

Next year I hope: I can still enjoy life.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

The best song John Prine ever wrote

The older I get, the more these lyrics ring true:

We had an apartment in the city,
Me and Loretta liked living there.
Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown,
A life of their own left us alone.
John and Linda live in Omaha,
And Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war,
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore.

Chorus:
Ya know that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder every day.
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "hello in there, hello."

Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more,
She sits and stares through the back door screen.
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen.
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy,
We worked together at the factory.
But what could I say if he asks, "Whats new?"
Nothing, whats with you? nothing much to do.

Repeat chorus:

So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes,
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, hello in there, hello.





Thanks to my nephew, Scotty, and his son; and to my cousin, Betty, and her husband Russ. These people sometimes stop by to say "Hello in there."