Monday, January 25, 2016

Reflections on the way life used to be...


I am musing on aging today. With much trauma. It really bothers me when people who were part of the boomer generation take their last bow, literally. That Eagle, Leslie Gore, Ann Meara, Maureen O'Hara, Natalie Cole. These are a few of the people I listened to on the radio and whose records I bought. I watched them in movies and on TV. They are gone and they are around my age. I feel like they were a part of my life. The Beach Boys 50th anniversary is this year. They look older than they did when I was in high school. AARP magazine covers are being taken over by the new 50 year olds. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that, now...or something like that.( Bob Dylan MyBack Pages) He, B.D., was on the cover of AARP not so long ago. I have to think of something to blog for my 65th year. That birthday is not too far off.

I am listening to The Orphan Master's Son by Adam Johnson. It is a devastating story. North Korean humans and dogs do not have it easy...
Saw Dirty Grandpa with my hubby. He loved it. I think it was just  slapstick.


5 comments:

  1. Wow, I have been thinking the same thing. We lost so many of the icons of our youth this year. Do not forget David Bowie. It has made me ponder about how I have spent my life. Will be thinking of you on your 65th birthday and on my 64th! That does not flow off of the tongue easily! I am not surprised that Ivan liked Dirty Grandpa, btw!

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  2. You are a couple of years older than me I think but know what you are talking about. We notice things like this much more these days realizing how fast our life has passed us by. [fondly recalling my weekends at the beach in my teens - it seems like yesterday]

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    1. So, true. Being retired gives more time to read, relax and wonder how time can fly bye like it does!

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  3. i am older than you by a few years, and am anticipating my 50th high school reunion in a few months. fifty years. i just can't fathom it. where did that time go, and how could it have passed so quickly?? when i find myself mulling over things like this, i try to remind myself what a waste of (precious) time it is to do so. i give myself a mental kick in the pants - and i try to carry on.

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    1. I keep singing the old Beatle song "When I'm 64"

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