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my nightly prayers. Water is so good.

Don't start up about "the music nowadays". Just remember how pissed you were when you heard exactly the same thing 40 or more years ago.

It's their music and in 40 or more years they'll be saying the same thing.

So true

No melody, just thumping bass and what sounds like people yelling at one another.
Is that what they consider "music" these days? Can I see it written as composed in music notation?

I don't know what you are talking about, the jazz that I listened to certainly has changed, but it is just as good, if not better than the jazz that I listened to 40 years ago, and my parents listened to 40 or more years before that. I think it's more what we choose to call "music" than anything else.

Gets worse over 60

Believe me. My joints are already creaking.

Love the "five times a night" one.

but anyone going to the bathroom five times a night isn't sleeping

I am doing pretty good on the issue. The current state of my prostate helps.

We were all cheerfully reciting poems we learned in school including Uncle Fred. Then he paused and told us to enjoy life because that's all there is - he died the next day but I'll never forget how alert he was and those profound words.

It is better to be over the hill than under it

were moved away.

He knows EXACTLY what he is doing.

It may be that the younger ones don't know what they, being so otherwise full of themselves, think they know.




"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."

...I've ever seen. I am going to send it to my 94 yr old mom, who is quite proficient with her iPad, but intimidated by her cell phone.

Love it!

When I wake up and everything hurts, it means I'm alive.

Sometimes I'm convinced humans can't comprehend the nothingness of death.

thanks for the laugh

To a ten year old, we're all ancient. Everything is relative - keep going you hear!

Without it you are already dead.

I'll be 71 soon. I'll pass this along to my 91-year -old parents. They're getting kind of old old and could use a laugh...

I usually just say, "I'm vertical." I figure that any day I'm able to get vertical is already a good day!

I'll remember that when I need it

the root end of the grass and daisies is OK.

......

after one story it gets really old, really fast

very of then that one story is pretty cool

but then it veers off into - just cutesy stuff and it's like....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I'm 56 now.

But to my sister's grandkids, I'm the crazy uncle who never got married, and acts like a kid.

And I consider looking at the top of the grass to be a good start for the day.












If I wake up looking the the bottom of the grass I will either roll over and go back to sleep, or go haunt someone!

....but you people who give out with the "well, at least I ain't dead yet" response when someone asks how you're doing....well, it seems like you're setting the bar awfully low. About as low as it can get, actually.

One morning you wake up, and there is this three foot hair that grew overnight out of your earlobe!
Those are signs of getting old too. And the liver spots.

She said damn auntie your legs are so smooth - I told her sure - all the hair moves to our faces

I have to take a pain pill before I go to bed and another on awakening. I have ice on my back for most of my waking hours. I recall when a quickie nap would sort out my aches and pains. Ah, those were good times. Not so anymore.

to all of those...

We had it in a lengthy war songs thread years ago

I was so shocked at a family reunion a few years back when one of my nephews sang along when we played it. He knows every word.

"Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey/I ache in the places where I used to play,"

live long enough for this to matter. So pleased to be here and yes those seem to be very close to absolute. 😃

Thanks.

I'm still trying to process how I got here so fast