Saturday, August 6, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Am I too old for this...?
As I push my way into the sixth decade of my life on this planet, so many things give me pause, and I ask myself if I am too old for this?
I know I am too old for a bikini..my body fell out of shape some years ago, and I know that not only would I look like a fool in an itsy bitsy teeney weeney yellow polka dot bikini...or any other bikini, I wouldn't expose any part of the general public to me wearing one.
Heck I wouldn't expose the dressing room mirror to that image.
I wondered when I started a facebook page if I was too old for the new social media, that makes friends of friends of friends that we really don't know. I started one to view photos of a niece's new puppy, and it has grown to be a daily touch base with old friends, family and yes new pets. But I also have pages, those little snippets of information that appear when you "like" a cause, or a page, or a link. Some are great, and I read them faithfully others meet the hide command. They still remain, but like dust under a bed, are hidden from my daily viewing. I've discovered new authors, bloggers, and tips from a variety of postings. I've rediscovered old authors I read once upon a time. So I guess I'm not too old for this.
Digital photography, a mystery to some has become a hobby of mine. The photos may not always be perfect, but after cropping and tweaking ,and in some cases deleting, I have to say for fumbling through the digital world, I find I love it. It certainly beats the old rolls of film found in the corner of a desk drawer, never developed, and when finally being turned into that long awaited snippet of time, discovering that out of twenty four shots, I may have gotten maybe two that were keepers. I will never be too old for that.
Politics, that topic that should never be discussed with a spouse, a friend, or family and was ignored by me, most of my voting life has suddenly roared into my world like a hurricane blowing against the door, demanding to be let in. I don't like it, not one bit. I don't like adults acting like spoiled children who have forgotten their mother's admonishment, to "knock it off and get along, or you will be sorry."
Come on boys and girls, let us get our shit together, and do what you were elected to do, which was work for the constituents that put you in office so you can add to your list of perks, and overall retirement.
The verdict is out on whether I am too old for this.
Working. Well the general feeling here, being part owner of small business, is that we will never quit working. Can't afford to and don't know how we could. I am however way too old to work the second job which is as a vendor at fairs and events peddling roasted corn on the cob to all those folks who roam by enjoying their day. I like talking with the customers, and other vendors, but this is a young person's gig, and I want to be one of the people walking by taking in the sights.
Although there are many other topics to touch on as to whether one is too old for certain things, the final one I'll address tonight, as I squint my tired eyes after being up for over 21 hours now, on three hours sleep and a twenty minute catnap, is whether I am too old to be blogging. I used to love writing letters, and kept a journal from time to time, but blogging seems to require that I sit down at the computer and actually come up with a topic at least once a week. I love to talk, some may consider me to be long winded on many subjects, but to put these thoughts into a written format regularly, writing something that I would not be embarassed to have someone else read, well personally I don't think I'll will ever be too old for that.
And that's that.
I know I am too old for a bikini..my body fell out of shape some years ago, and I know that not only would I look like a fool in an itsy bitsy teeney weeney yellow polka dot bikini...or any other bikini, I wouldn't expose any part of the general public to me wearing one.
Heck I wouldn't expose the dressing room mirror to that image.
I wondered when I started a facebook page if I was too old for the new social media, that makes friends of friends of friends that we really don't know. I started one to view photos of a niece's new puppy, and it has grown to be a daily touch base with old friends, family and yes new pets. But I also have pages, those little snippets of information that appear when you "like" a cause, or a page, or a link. Some are great, and I read them faithfully others meet the hide command. They still remain, but like dust under a bed, are hidden from my daily viewing. I've discovered new authors, bloggers, and tips from a variety of postings. I've rediscovered old authors I read once upon a time. So I guess I'm not too old for this.
Digital photography, a mystery to some has become a hobby of mine. The photos may not always be perfect, but after cropping and tweaking ,and in some cases deleting, I have to say for fumbling through the digital world, I find I love it. It certainly beats the old rolls of film found in the corner of a desk drawer, never developed, and when finally being turned into that long awaited snippet of time, discovering that out of twenty four shots, I may have gotten maybe two that were keepers. I will never be too old for that.
Politics, that topic that should never be discussed with a spouse, a friend, or family and was ignored by me, most of my voting life has suddenly roared into my world like a hurricane blowing against the door, demanding to be let in. I don't like it, not one bit. I don't like adults acting like spoiled children who have forgotten their mother's admonishment, to "knock it off and get along, or you will be sorry."
Come on boys and girls, let us get our shit together, and do what you were elected to do, which was work for the constituents that put you in office so you can add to your list of perks, and overall retirement.
The verdict is out on whether I am too old for this.
Working. Well the general feeling here, being part owner of small business, is that we will never quit working. Can't afford to and don't know how we could. I am however way too old to work the second job which is as a vendor at fairs and events peddling roasted corn on the cob to all those folks who roam by enjoying their day. I like talking with the customers, and other vendors, but this is a young person's gig, and I want to be one of the people walking by taking in the sights.
Although there are many other topics to touch on as to whether one is too old for certain things, the final one I'll address tonight, as I squint my tired eyes after being up for over 21 hours now, on three hours sleep and a twenty minute catnap, is whether I am too old to be blogging. I used to love writing letters, and kept a journal from time to time, but blogging seems to require that I sit down at the computer and actually come up with a topic at least once a week. I love to talk, some may consider me to be long winded on many subjects, but to put these thoughts into a written format regularly, writing something that I would not be embarassed to have someone else read, well personally I don't think I'll will ever be too old for that.
And that's that.
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