I watched this morning's recording of CBS Sunday Morning. Loved the story about bubbles and all their intricacies. Enjoyed the feature on 89 year old Marilyn May whose singing career has been reborn. Fast forwarded through the stories of Elton John and Neil Diamond retiring from touring. Neil will be right away, Elton at the end of a world tour he is just starting. Also fast-forwarded through the re-visiting of the Tet Offensive of 1968. Career wind-ups and old wars were not something I wanted to think about tonight.
The above was followed by episodes three and four of season four of Frankie and Grace. Netflix and no-chill as they say, sort of. Another evening, this one happened to be Sunday, in the life of a single man resisting the senior citizen label while embracing all its circumstance. Who me? Old? Well, if the orthopedic shoe fits, wear it.
Not sure how I went from a rather eclectic dining experience that could really happen to any bachelor on any given evening to "yipes, I'm slipping into that long good-night" thing. I don't feel old. Not even sure how that's supposed to feel. But age is indeed relative. And to it, I am not relating right now. (Laugh here.) The nice thing of living alone while aged is you can ruminate on all this to your heart's content. And you can eat choose to eat leftover pizza anytime of day, hot or cold, without anyone knowing...or caring. And that's a good thing, isn't it?
Like everything in this life, there's an upside and a downside. And the funny thing is I'm not unhappy. I'm actually pretty content. And contentment is okay. But I'm thinking I mustn't be lulled into complacency by it. I still have a lot of life to experience and things to do. So it's almost ten. Time to get to bed so I can rise and do just that bright and early...however early I choose that to be.