They say the second thing to go is your memory and I can't remember what the first thing was. Might be a good time for me to admit, I'm getting old. When my two boys turned ten they were so excited about hitting double digits. My oldest, who will hit 13 just over a year from now, will surely be overjoyed by diving headfirst into the teen years. These are milestones in their lives, the next to be old enough to drive a car and so on.
As an adult, I think I've run out of milestones but not ready for a headstone. I've already moved past my midlife crisis and would like to thank my ex-wifes lawyer for his timely processing of the paperwork.
Now I'm feeling the years of neglect I've subjected my body to. As a preteen my brothers and I had aspirations of being stuntmen. We'd jump off of anything, most notably the top of the slide at the local park. Who wants to slide down like normal kids when you can jump off and tuck and roll when gravity finally finishes it's work. They made a TV show about us in the 80's starring Lee Majors as a stuntman but the title of the show was one of the second things to go. I do remember it was a better show than when Lee Majors crashed his plane and they rebuilt him, but I can't remember the name of that show either.
On my recent birthday I woke in the morning thinking "Hey, it's my birthday". What a joyful day. Then I remembered how old I just turned and wondered how soon it would be before I just forgot to remember it was my birthday. Is anyone else confused?
The point of this whole conversation is my brother in laws fault. He recently bought a 1988 Cadillac. The car is beautiful. I've taken it on two trips and it's only broken down on me once. Not bad for a car it's age. I was riding in the old Caddie recently and noticed some looks from other people in traffic looking at the ole' girl. Ain't she a beauty. Not a scratch nor dent, smooth running engine, imaculate interior, original hubcaps and is a classic. Yes, that's right she's a classic, ladies and gentlemen. She is officially an antique automobile. She is eligible for one of those really cool classic license plates. I'm driving a chick magnet! That's when it hit me like a freight train plowing head on into a herd of migrating manatee's.
I'm more than twice as old as this car. And to make matters worse, I've forgotten where I was going.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to take my arthritis medication and consider finding my bedroom. Ain't life grand?
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