I Wasn’t Born Old It Just Happened That Way

It seems to me that nobody is happy with the way they are. When you are young, you want to be old and then when you get old you want to be young.

It dawned on me this past week when I was sitting in my chair in the middle of the afternoon with no inspiration to get out of the chair and go do something.

I was just chilling in my chair when the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage walked by, stopped in front of me, put both hands on her hips, stared at me for a moment giving me that look. Then she said, "I guess you're getting old, aren't you?"

With that, she whirled around and walked away, leaving me to my own thoughts. Nothing is scarier in the whole world than to be left with your own thoughts.

Then I chuckled to myself. As I thought about me being old and my wife recognizing that I am old, it dawned on me that she is older than me. Now please, do not let her know I let this slip out of the bag. But, if I'm old, what does that make her?



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