Age

I did it again to myself.  My eyes were all watery.  It was not a crying thing, but a coming on out of the blue thing.  I was all clogged up and yawning my head off.
Then I made the fateful decision.  Watch tele in bed.  Ha.  Dreamin.  There were two programs I wanted to see.   I actually did see one.  But I did not see the other.  Fact is I never would have anyway.  It was not on.  It is on tonight.
The program coming is something to look forward to, but based on my past record I am not confident it will happen.  I tell myself I can watch it the next day on the computer, but I have thought that about many things and it has not happened.  Does not stop me living in hope though.
I have always looked older than I am.  It is a wonder no one has asked how I liked it on the first fleet.  I remember before I was 60 someone extolling to me how good a particular card was.  I saw one problem.  I had to be old to get it.
I reckon I could be all bitter and twisted if I wanted to be.  There is so much about getting older I was not told.  What has been happening was inconceivable to me when I was growing up.  It never crossed my mind as a possibility.  Well I have news for me and it is not good.
This falling asleep in front of the tele would never happen once.  If I was there to watch a show, then that would happen.  Now when I am there to watch a show is when the battle begins.  It is not even a fair fight really.  Though I must say I am mostly unaware of any battle royal as I am asleep.
A list of plans used to be a daily thing.  Now the same is a weekly thing.  It being a long list has not changed.  The amount completed each day has.  Never has a coffee and a break been so appealing.  If thinking about what is to be done was the same as doing it, I would get so much done.  But it is not.  Stuff gets carried over.  Eventually the list is done, and I am happy, even though it took much longer than I intended.
I never thought I would see the day, but now I tend to drive because I have to rather than I want to.  It used to be that on a motorcycle few things compared to feeling the wind in my hair.  Actually, that is not true as it is a long time since I have had enough hair to feel the wind in it.  Besides, we all wore helmets.  Helmets made us all equal in the hair world.  Gone are the days when in a car I would be asked to go around again as at a certain speed a particular bump would cause us all to be airborne.  These days a jogger is more likely to run past me as I approach the bump.
But I was not told it would be like this.  If I was, it definitely went in one ear and out the other.  To those who cannot relate to this, all I can say is, its commin.  In the best-case scenario, it is something to look forward to.  Forward as in future, not forward as in “you beaudy, its finally arrived.”