Apparently, I’m 62. Uhm, I’m not my parents’ 62 or my grandparents’ 62…they knew what they were doing.
At least it looked that way.
I’m still watching cartoons…okay, so was dad. I can’t beat the dustbunnies, mom and nanny could. Doubt I could bowl…uhm, Pa was. I don’t drive…yeah, my choice, dad and Pa were still driving. Heck, dad liked to grocery shop. Okay, dad was that senior guy walking the aisles talking to everyone. Pa? he was playing cards with the neighbours…he went to the senior centre to learn Bridge, thought cribbage was his game.
They were parents and grandparents…just a parent here. Wait, we all played/play games. Thank everything they don’t and didn’t know Cards Against Humanity.
Grow up?
Why, they didn’t and they lived through WWII and Korea (dad)
Balance? Nothing is ever truly balanced. Think that chocolate bar jingle – sometimes you feel ______ and sometimes you don’t.
Grow up, nah.
I’m doing okay just how I am, creeks, groans, and crinkles included.