Thursday, January 24, 2013


As we slowly fade back into the cute puppy stories and Fluffy the cat does it's antics, time to chillax (gad I hate that word) and ponder the glory days of yesteryear (after all what other pressing engagements do I have that can't wait till tomorrow?). Hard to believe that this creaky old body could once do handsprings but yes it's true. One of the only ones in gym class to accomplish the feat with no spotter or mechanical assistance. But years take their toll and the last time I tried nearly passed out from the blood flow. I thought black stars swirling the head only happened in cartoons.

Digging through the gray matter it still amazes my how I made it this far. They say you can tempt fate only so many times before statistics catch up to you. Guess I beat the odds at least for now. But with passing of time, a few minor battle scares and painful joints, comes wisdom. The smarts to know that you better not try that again or the body will let you have it. Yes I can still do a few things once though impossible but that list is shrinking. Let the whipper snappers suffer the indignities and pain while I stand back and direct traffic. Problem is they haven't learned the lazy man's ways and you can't tell them anything. Let them find out for themselves then. They'll find out the hard way just like we did in our day. And at some point midlife they too will begin to realize that you don't live forever and parts do wear out. I'll just sit here with a smug look on my face and watch the show.

Remember I'm pulling for you. We're all in this together...  Red Green


BBC said...

In gym I could roll up like a ball and roll along the floor like a bowling ball. Of course that was like almost sixty years ago.

But even now I'm still pretty flexible and pain free. And I'm thankful for that.

Tom Harper said...

About that tacky word "chillax" -- the first time I ever saw that word was on a list of words that were too trite and overused.

Cynthianne said...

OK folks, This is the first time I EVER saw the word "chillax." Have I been spending too much time under my rock? Or have I just been lucky?

S.W. Anderson said...

"Chillax" is a new one on me too. Why not just, "chill"?

Demeur, to everything there is a season, and a purpose under heaven. So the song says. So it says in Ecclesiastes. In youth we sow wild oats and gather the rosebuds of life's springtime. In later years we enjoy the reruns in our mind, usually skipping the more painful and embarrassing episodes.

You're right about the young having to learn many a lesson the hard way. The College of Hard Knocks is always well attended. :)

Demeur said...

Billy you're lucky or is it that I burned too many candles at both ends.

Cynthianne you must get out more often. It's almost as overused as rad or knarly was a few years ago.

School of hard heads if you ask me SW.