…it’s an extraordinary thing this age business… when Master Gallacher was creeping into his teens, emb’dy who was over thirty years old was regarded as ‘getting on a bit’… when my turn came to reach that same ripe milestone of 30, the horizon had stretched sum’what to ‘oldies’ being on the other side of fifty… galloping straight through my own ‘life begins at 40’ nonsense and ripping headlong through the half century, again the elasticity of the ‘seniority’ tag revealed itself… reserved then in my head for the 75+ bracket… what a moving target it’s been since 1948… yup, 1948, Lads and Lassies of Blog Land… the year the newborn Gallacher backside was smacked for the first time as the midwife prob’ly wondered ‘what the hell has this poor pregnant wummin produced’...
…I find it incredible that as my own longevity outdoes the expectations of many who observed the madness that filled most of my first 35 years on the planet, I’ve come to terms that in my head I can be any bluudy age I feel myself to be… there’s the mental age, of course… and the physical well-being… and the spiritual ease or otherwise… and then there’s the downright daftness factor… let’s consider each of these in turn… my mental age has NUTHIN to do with my intelligence or lack of it… for me, that’s more of an attitude issue… being ‘old’ or ‘young’ or ‘middle-aged’ is mostly in yer head… the physical elements are a bit more arbitrary… the human body is a machine of sorts, and over time, will usually attract some wear and tear… the spiritual core is personal to each and every one of us, and from my perspective takes a bit of WURKING on to keep what I feel is a sensible balance in dealing with what ‘Life’ throws at us… therein for me lies the philosophical acceptance of much that I would have kicked into touch half a life time ago… and last but not least, the craziness, the quirkiness, the idiosyncrasies, the often oblique and twisted sense of humour, coupled most importantly with the ability to laff out loud at my own daftness… the key factor in all of it… sumb’dy once said to me,“there are three stages in the life of Man – infancy, adulthood, and ‘my, you ARE looking well’!”… so when will 100 years old be considered the new ‘middle age’?… if yeez find out, let me know, eh?… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!
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I’m hoping that 60 is the new 40 …
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..most certainly… I say so ! 🙂
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…cheeers, that man, Chris 🙂
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Welcome That Other Man, Seumas LOL
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Deny, deny, deny . and when your physical appearance eventually calls you a liar, still deny m’lord. xx (I do…)
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…absolutely! 🙂
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My grandmother – who died at 102 – used to go along to serve teas and coffees at the local community ‘to the old folks’ – she was in her 80s when she did so, and probably older than many of her customers.
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…LUV IT!
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Gee, I hope it’s soon. Right now I’d settle for 70 is the new 50!
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..it is! 🙂
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I don’t intend to hold my breath waiting for 100 to be the new middle age. I do think people are a bit foggy on exactly what “middle age” is. Henry Fonda’s character in On Golden Pond was supposed to be 75 and told his wife, played by Hepburn, that he wasn’t middle aged as no one lives to be 150. 😀 — Suzanne
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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A delightful post-Seumas. I think age is just a number and if you are still firing on all eight cylinders when you turn 100 then it doesn’t matter what you look like. ☺☺
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..agree, entirely, m’Lady…mwaaah 🙂
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In your mind you are always much younger… but I think as far as your question is concerned…. in my case when all my joints have been replaced with printed plastic ones and my wrinkles banished with fairy dust…
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..that fairy dust is truly magical 🙂
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If that’s the case there’s hope for us all Seumus! Really enjoyed reading this entertaining post about aging… My mind is younger than my body but still got a long way to go before I reach 100 years young!
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…as we all have, m’Lady, Marje! 🙂
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