I see more and more Medicare/AARP kinds of junk mail now. Vitamins and supplements. Pharmaceuticals. Reverse mortgages. Sensibly-clad models in their 60’s smile vacantly from a glossy ad for a new ‘independent living’ facility. Our old TV idols and favorite performers are hawking long term care insurance. The boomers are retiring and we’re aging not-so-gracefully.
Like kicking and screaming, I mean. What the heck?!
Is every generation surprised when they start hitting 50 (or 60 or whatever) and they’re not ready? Does time sneak up on everyone and blindside us all? I feel like I was walloped. (Now listen to Wallop the Cat by the Wicked Tinkers. Music begins around 1:15. Did I tell you I love these guys? Drums, pipes and kilts. What’s not to love?)
I mean, yeah, some folks seem like they were born old already…my teachers in elementary school seemed pretty ancient. But it seems like POW! I went from being a kid to being a young parent to being one of the ‘elders.’ Weird. And too soon. Way, way too soon.
I think the boomer generation – my generation – is steadily moving up toward the place where the ones before us are all gone save for a lone few, and it is kinda scary. It means mortality, and not all of us are ready, if you know what I mean.
But it is inevitable. Our turn is coming. I understand, even if I’m not thrilled about it.
I just don’t want to see it in my mailbox, yknow?
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