On The Cusp

This afternoon as I sat in the Jeep dealership waiting area, drinking perhaps the worst “instant’ coffee ever I was struck by an odd thought. I must first tell you the thought did not come to light until I noticed an older woman struggling at the snack machine. “Wow, life has rolled right by this woman. She is having a hard time navigating the new technology of that snack machine. Some day soon it will be my turn.” That’s right, I scared myself sober. My sigh so loud the woman actually looked over at me in surprise.


“Sorry, long day.” I tried to reason. She smiled at me and continued to struggle. “Do you need help? There is a Keurig type coffee machine over here if you are need of some terrible coffee.” She assured me she was fine, just a little hungry. When she finally sat down I couldn’t help but notice how frail she looked. Not because she might be frail but because everything around us in the showroom waiting area is larger than life. BIG chairs, BIG tv, BIG, biG,BiG,bIg!!! Touchscreen everything, coffee kiosk, snacks machine, tv, check-ins, and payments.


How often do younger people look at me and think the same thing I was thinking about this woman? I am betting more often than not. Sooner or later life leaves each of us in a HEARTBEAT. We naturally slow down as we age. Eventually we have mis-steps with our thinking or our every day movement or even our speech. Growing old is not for the weak. It is often a time of loneliness and uncertainty. I miss the “cocksure” attitude of my younger days. LOL


I stopped taking selfies a few years ago because some old broad was stalking all of my shots, turns out it was ME! WTF! How did my MOM get in there? I never wanted to grow old. I wanted to stay in my 30s forever but turning 40 ruined all of that for me.

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