My New Years resolution…
Be less grumpy.
That’s damn near impossible since I’m not a grumpy person according to everyone – except the wife.
So don’t ask her.
I have supposedly and officially moved from Old Coot to Geezer when my birthday hit yesterday.
That’s a blow to my perpetually “act like I’m 21” attitude.
Apparently geezer means I’m expected to start acting my age.
The wife says I gotta grow up.
Bah humbug.
Here’s the problem with advancing age…
Geezer means doing things like lean over s-l-o-w-l-y.
If you don’t you’ll probably just keep going d-o-w-n.
In my mind, a geezer doesn’t drive a Jeep (me) but rather a Cadillac (them), wears their pants just below his man-boobs and lives in Florida.
Ewww…disgusting.
I’ll stick with local style: shorts and a t-shirt.
I will never be a geezer.
I could get all philosophical about the changes I’ve seen in myself in the past five years.
I’m sure there will be a LOT more in the next five.
It is what it is.
To all my friends…
You’re close to my age.
Welcome to your so-called twilight years.
My advice – ignore all that and just boogy on.
Party while you can.
And happy birthday to all that had their big day around the holidays.
Be happy – even if people combined your Christmas and birthday present.
As for not being grumpy…
I suspect that resolution is dead.