It’s occurred to me as I get older I won’t be able to do many things I’ve done for most of my life. For instance; I can’t drink or make love the way I used to. I can still cast a line and I know the rocks where the fish hide.
But a lot of good that will do me when someone is drinking me dry. Plus I’m old school, I’ve been taught, right or wrong, if you can’t do it someone else will.
I’m used to the way things have become. No saying I won’t get used to it again.
I wrote into a sports channel recently, complaining. It was regarding their coverage of the world curling championships. That made my kids laugh.
My daughter Maddy said, when you complain someone on the other end is pushing rocks around in a Feng Shui Sand Garden while you’re on hold. That made me laugh.
She’s right I guess.
I don’t have a lot of pull anymore. They are going to put curling on whenever they bloody well feel like it.
They’re going to do plenty of other things also, so I better get used to it.
Still, somehow I have to learn to let things be.
I am too old to hurt myself the way I used to. Whether it be with booze or running ten miles in the heat.