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Discussion in 'Sidewinders Bar & Grille' started by Dadocaster, Apr 15, 2019.
Spock told us all to live long and prosper.
Seems as though we got some of it correct.
At 73 I have cheated death on three occasions,Need glasses,hearing aids and mostly get pissed off cause I can't do the things I did 50 years ago. Go figure.
To all you old guys with your aches and pains
Be thankful...its the only thing that lets me know I am still alive. Otherwise it wouldn't hurt
Kinda' like this?
Ya... Scraggly gray hair, skin with light and dark patches, dry enough to soak up Lake Michigan..... I'm feelin' it!
Nope. Full head of still brown hair...haven't shrunk yet so I'm still 6'1". Weigh around 180.
Oh...there's a pill for that.
I popped into a music store over the weekend, they've a 63 ES125 and a Magnatone Twilighter that I've an interest in...
Nice young fellow invites me to indulge myself, which I do with some general cliches that have served me when getting a feel for an instrument...
Except, my arthritis is becoming more than a hindrance...and I stumble as a result. Truth is, my fingers are bending about 3° at the first digit and maybe 4° at the knuckle...that is, my hands are bent. I just can't play with the fluidity of my youth.
I thank the fellow for the time and hand him the guitar...and he begins to play.
My God he played beautifully. He looked all of 20 and ran a very flavorful series of jazz cliches that would have been the 'response' to my 'call' in the stuff i used...!
I complimented him and asked where he studied? His uncle he said, and jazz orchestra in high school in Bakersfield...!?!
He looked at my hands and said he could see the sadness in my eyes as I missed a note or two, which was why he 'answered' my cliches with his.
I left the place feeling good that music is in good hands.
Getting old isn't so bad, but nature has a chitty sense of humor in making it so damn painful.
But there's a pill for that.
The circle of life.........
Pink and wrinkled
Pink and squidgy
Fit and flexible
Ultrafit & stupid
I frequently describe myself as "still alive despite the doctor". Under the care of three hospital consultants for various long term conditions, with a GP somewhere in the mix confusing things. All the things that were once just part of getting old now have to be labeled, treated, and monetarised. Why bother, we all die when our body inevitably wears out.