A middle aged man was once asked the question we have all pondered at times, “How would you want to die.” Thinking for a brief moment he replied, “I’d like to be shot by a jealous husband when I’m 99.” I believe like an old hound dog, we all want to be in the hunt of life one more time before it gets away from us.
It’s hard to fathom at times how fast time flies by. At my age I still remember all those sporting events I used to play in, but like the old hound dog resting on the front porch, it’s easier to make one woof and continue the nap. Sometimes the memory of the chase is better than the truth.
Back in my first year in college, I dated a young woman who got extremely jealous when I talked to any woman at all. I didn’t realize how bad it was until the I sang a popular song of the day by England Dan and John Ford Coley. While driving into town, out of nowhere I started singing the words, “Oh, it’s sad to belong to someone else when the right one comes along.” I laugh at her reaction now, but back then, I had to put on the defroster in the car to thaw her icy chill. I have since learned to only listen to all gospel stations anytime someone rides with me, it’s safer that way.
A lot of time has come and gone since that failed relationship. I married a gem and had three great children. I have been contented now for thirty-one years. Standing in front of the mirror putting on her makeup today my wife lamented, “It takes so much longer every morning to look young.” She tells me often that she is going into old age kicking and screaming. My patent answer to her wistful comments are, “At least you have something to work with.” My advice at looking great is hang around people twenty-five years older than you and are three sizes bigger. I came across an activities calendar for a retirement village in Florida, praise the Lord, I’m still young at heart.
Games for When We Are Older:
Sag, You’re it!
Pin the Toupee on the bald guy.
20 questions shouted into your good ear.
Kick the bucket
Red Rover, Red Rover, the nurse says Bend Over.
Simon says something incoherent.
Hide and go wee
Spin the Bottle of Mylanta