“Come grow old with me, the best is yet to be.”






Let’s see about that idea of “the best is yet to be.”

About a month ago I could not find my glasses.

In the house.

Nothing unusual about this.

i often lose my glasses in the house.

I have given up trying to remember where I last had them.

i just wait and they eventually show up in some weird place which always leads me to exclaim, “How did they get there?”

This time, though, was different.

I didn’t have to wait long to find them.

As I eventually realized that I was wearing them.

Come grow old with me…

My room is cold this morning.

I spy my red comfy robe hanging on the rack at the foot of my bed.

I think, “I will go to the bathroom and grab my robe on the way back to the bed because it is cold in here!”

I come out of the bathroom.

I sit down on the side of my bed.

Why am I still cold?

I turn to my left and there is the robe I thought I had put on still hanging on the rack at the foot of my bed!


Yeah, come grow old with me…

Wiry gray tendrils sprout in a thinning bed of eyebrows.

A few days ago, I stood in front of a mirror as I put on my pants.

Before I could blink, there was a jiggle that I had never noticed before, a thigh jiggle, actually more like a thigh wobble.

I could hardly believe my eyes.

A thigh wobble.

But, not just one wobble, two thigh wobbles.

I thought I had mis-seen what I saw so I intentionally shook my legs.

Those thighs began to wobble together as though they were participating in some synchronized geriatric dance routine.

Oh, but come grow old with me….

I try not to stress too much about aging because stress can bring about frowning which can turn into permanent wrinkles, as if a new wrinkle could be spotted in the field of the old “wrankles.”

Has anyone seen my glasses?

Please, come grow old with me….



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