Turning 63 and almost a perfect life!

I was babysitting the grandkids the other day, Rylin, 3, and Ashlyn, 7 months, and the discussion somehow turned to the topic of age, as in Rylin asking me how hold I was going to be on my birthday.

“How old are you?” I asked her.

“I’m 3,” she said.

“Well, I’m just about to turn 60 years older than you,” I said. “I’m going to be 63 on my next birthday.

“I’m 60 years older than you. What do you think about that?”

She did think about it for a bit. The concept of a 60-year span in age when you’re 3 years old I’m sure is difficult to comprehend. But you could see in her eyes there was some kind of a thought process going on in her brain.

And then, after a few minutes…

“That’s old,” she said.

“You have no idea, yet!” I told her.

Thinking about turning 63 is one thing. Actually having it happen is quite another.

And for me, the reality of that number hit me like an upper cut Monday, Jan. 14.

How depressing.

I know, I know: You’re only as old as you feel; age, like wine, only gets better; 63, the new 50.

I’ve heard all those clichés. I also have heard the ones about being older than dirt, and most recently was called an “old man” and an “old dude” by a couple of HuffPost Live tweeters.

And that was when I still was 62!

OK, so I’m 63, been unemployed going on two years, been drawing Social Security for a year, and about the only thing that gets me out of the house these days are an occasional motorcycle ride, a fishing trip now and then, and taking photos and video. I enjoy sitting and writing on my blog. It keeps me busy. It keeps me out of trouble — most of the time. And I enjoy doing those things.

But the most fun I have is babysitting the grandkids at least two days a week.

“The newspaper closing and you not having a job, I’m thinking it all happened for a reason,” Terri said the other night.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Just think about how much money (son Justin and his wife Heather) are saving by you being able to watch the kids,” she said. “If they had to pay for daycare, that would be a big hit. I think they could do it, but I think you being free to do that is a good thing.

“Besides, those kids really love their grandpa!”

But sometimes it’s difficult to feel useful and productive, especially during the winter when the temperature is freezing and when (usually) there’s snow on the ground and ice on the road. There’s no reason to go outside and so a person simply stays in, sits in front of a computer confined to the whims of daytime television, the Internet, thinking, and staring and typing — except for those two days I babysit.

“You need to get out more; you need to find something to do that gets you out more,” Terri said. “I think you’re getting depressed!”

Maybe she’s right…she’s usually…oh alright…she’s always right.

But I enjoy having the time to take and work photos. I enjoy the time taking and putting together videos. I enjoy sitting back in my chair thinking and typing — typing articles that hopefully generate discussion, that make people think, laugh or sometimes cry. And if I could earn a little bit of money doing those things while taking some time now to fish, golf, and ride, then life at 63 would be much more bearable.

But what makes life nearly perfect, is holding 7-month-old Ashlyn in one arm and tickling 3-year-old Rylin with my other while she teases me about how old I am.

What great memories for all of us.

And the only way life could get better is if my other grandkids (Alexandra, Dylan, and Carys) lived in Olathe, too…and, well, also winning the Powerball!

2 Responses

  1. But I thought your true “blood brother” Mark did win a powerball jackpot- LOL

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