Time to Come Home. 04/18/24

I am not proud to admit this, but for a guy who has traveled extensively, the thing I most look forward to is coming back home. You know Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘Homeward Bound?” “Home, where my thought’s escaping, home where my music’s playin’ home where my love lies waiting silently for me.” Well my version doesn’t work musically but it sounds like: Home where I can have the food I want to eat when I want to eat it. Home, where I can have my seemingly 800 choices of network tv stations and streaming platforms, home where my gin and tonic lies waiting…” Note: my love doesn’t lie waiting silently for me since she’s on vacation with me. On second thought, I’ll just stick to blogging.

As we age we have to take so much stuff with us that we never had to take before. At least I do. Meds. In little plastic, daily pill packs. This is how I count how many days are left in the vacation. Three pill packs to go, three days to go. My wife drew the line on those long plastic containers with 7 compartments, labelled with the days of the week. She said: “Those are for old people.” I said, “What?” while adjusting my hearing aid. Okay that was just a joke. I don’t wear a hearing aid, but it’s coming soon, count on it. As for “looking old’” I have to face it, 71 IS old. There’s a reason John and I called this strip The New 60. It’s not 60 is the new 40, which is something 60-year olds tell themselves, but is also a complete crock. It’s just The New 60. This is what 60 feels like now. We can do much more that 60-year olds from previous generations. And I hope the same can be said for people in their 70’s. I certainly try as does my young partner who is only in his 60’s. That’s where the pill packs come in.

So dear readers, we have two wishes for you. That you continue to grow older and that you continue to resist it. Gotta run, time for my Jardiance. Have a wonderful weekend,

Andy and John