There are certain undeniable, physical signs that I am reaching a stage of “heightened maturity”. The hair appearing in the ears, the effect of gravity on certain areas of the body, a quest to get healthy and the lack of energy to go with it.
But there are other, less distinguishable characterizations too. For example, I have …
OH, this is so hard to say …
I have been –
Drinking … tea.
There, I said it, and I feel better now for having confessed.
The brew I’d always referred to as “strained lawn clippings” is starting to taste good to me now, and I’m not just saying that because it’s free at work either. Earl Grey and Vanilla Chi especially are finding their way into a mouth once dedicated to coffee and diet soda.
I still can’t bring myself to drink it in front of too many people, so I drop the string into the cup and pretend it’s week coffee.
I have my pride.
On another note, I just bought an album by one of my favorite groups. I paid $5.00 for it in a discount bin under the title “olden goldies”. That was a little embarrassing, but on the other hand, it was only 5.00 and I already had all the songs memorized.
Finally, the last indication of my rapidly approaching geezerhood is that I just said I bought an ALBUM. It was on CD, of course, but it’s still an album. The language hasn’t changed.
Bob Hope once said that he had an acceptance speech written in case he ever won an Oscar. He said he wasn’t sure how old the speech was, but it was written in Latin. It’s up to us older guys to keep the ancient languages alive, so in that vein, let me just say - “TUBULAR!”
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I still call 'em "records."
***sigh***
Ah, yes. the tea moment -- at least you were not subliminally holding your pinkie in the air like I did.
Coffee just seems hip and edgy, doesn't it? Chai is a nice compromise -- not as "old" as Earl Grey!
hey, whats wrong with drinking tea?
Hmmmm, I guess I'm a very young "tea granny". I always thought of it as comfort and not an aged drink.
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