When I’m 64

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When I’m 64

How life changes as we grow older. Or should I say, how our priorities change as we grow older. From the day we are born, we have a few truly carefree years when almost anything goes. From being spoonfed and throwing tantrums to our backsides wiped. Then things seem to go a little awry for some of us. Before we know it, we are rounded up, put in uniform and sent off to school with a packed lunch. Hey, I don’t like this, I much preferred being at home and waited on 24/7!

They say schooldays are the best days of your life. I beg to differ. It’s a shame if that’s true because when it’s over, it would mean you have nothing to look forward to, ever! I can’t imagine what living your life would be like knowing that your best days are gone once you reach 18. Mind you, as I’ve got older, I can moan like a cow with a fungal infection on its udder.

Hormonal Days

Talking of such things brings me to the point of this post, which I will enlarge upon later. For now, back to being 18. It’s a time when we think we know everything. A time when rampant hormones are secretly controlling us. The picture houses were full of adolescents watching Kung Fu movies and those of us who weren’t preoccupied with a girfriend often came out of the theatre where there’d be a mass re-enactment of the scenes on the steps outside. Strange noises of ‘eeewaaaaaaghhhh’ and boys trying to pirouette while holding a leg up as high as they could manage. I’m sure Bruce Lee would have been proud.

Boom, and then you’re suddenly 60!

Then life gives us a wake up call. Marriage, kids, mortgage, employment and a million other things that life can throw at us. Some of us divorce, others may die, but, unless you’re fortunate to win the jackpot on the lottery, you’re on the treadmill with every other 25 to 40 something year olds. It’s not all doom and gloom, there’s usually some fun, memory making times along the way.

The Blue Arsed Fly Period

All that running around like a blue arsed fly, worrying for England, week in week out and then………boom, as if by magic you’re suddenly 60 and you can stop running! Not because you’ve got everything sorted and paid off, but because you find yourself totally knackered, worn out and like the washing machine you’ve just finished paying for, ready for the scrap heap. Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m fortunate to have made it this far when so many haven’t. I’m beyond happy with the life I’m living now and so appreciative of it.

Still Worrying

These days the worries are still there, although now I probably worry for Wales, they’re different to the worries I had when I was 25. Now it’s more physical like bunions, constipation, arthritis, dentures, zip up slipper boots. The list is endless with more added every day. Each morning I feel like someone has battered me with an iron bar while I’ve slept for 3 nano seconds during the night? I always feel cold, even in the summer, I still feel cold. Whatever happened to those rampant hormones?

There’s Always The Music

There’s always the music and I still enjoy the tracks of my years, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones and many others which always takes me back to the time when they were hits. I never thought that I’d be living the lyrics to ‘When I’m 64’ though. Now, where did I put those long johns?

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12 Comments
  • angloswiss
    August 11, 2018

    Oh you silly old sod, you are so right – had to have a chuckle In between. At the age of 71 I now have to think about how to cut my toe nails on my own. Getting out of bed in the morning is a survival exercise. No-one said it would be like this, but how could they. I cannot imagine me explaining it to my kids. My son has now become a father and I don’t want to spoil the future for him. But we golden oldies can write about it. It doesn’t help, but we don’t feel so alone with our problems.

    • Trev Jones
      August 11, 2018

      Thank you, Anglswiss and you’ve hit the nail on the head. Your description of getting up in the morning is spot on.

  • Tony
    August 11, 2018

    I get days when I don’t know if I’ve forgotten a particular thing or if I ever knew it in the first place! I pick up my iPad and then sit wondering for what seems like hours, why I picked the thing up in the first place.

    • admin
      August 11, 2018

      I know the feeling well, I really do. Thanks, Tony

  • Invisibly Me
    August 11, 2018

    Such an interesting way to view ageing and comparing it to the folly of youth. ” I can moan like a cow with a fungal infection on its udder” – This is utterly priceless! Thanks for the giggles 🙂
    Caz x

    • admin
      August 11, 2018

      Thank you, Caz. Glad you like the udder bit 😀

  • Jay
    August 11, 2018

    Love this!\
    And I definitely agree about our best days not being in school. I’ve definitely had great days and look forward to more.

    • admin
      August 11, 2018

      Thank you, Jay. I’ve never understood it, the best days at school thing. It’s certainly great that we can look forward to every new day, thank you again.

  • Sue W
    August 11, 2018

    What a great post and oh, how I love your analogies! I sympathise and empathise and can even recognise, and now I even harmonise! No fun is it? 🙂

    • admin
      August 11, 2018

      Thank you, Sue. It isn’t much fun, but the alternative isn’t much better. 🤪

      • Sue W
        August 11, 2018

        Should we be singing Happy Birthday?

        • admin
          August 11, 2018

          Haha, Perhaps there is an alternative that we could sing?




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