You know why they call these the golden years? Have you seen the price of gold? It, like the price of gas, keeps going up. That, my friends, is why middle age is the golden years.
My doctors and pharmacist are on my Christmas card list. Hey, I know who to take care of.
The people at work . . . who are young enough to be my children . . . talk about their interests, then ask what I'm interested in. Unfortunately, the actors, musicians, etc., all died before these kids were born. The kids all nod, going, "Uh huh," to be polite, and wonder who this weird person is. At least my cat understands me. Oh well, I don't know who they're talking about, either.
But I'll survive. Heck, there are worse things than middle age. I'll know what they are one of these days.
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