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By Andrea Rouda
NOW THAT I am old enough to be called a “senior,” I’m officially out of touch. I don’t have dementia, I still remember who and where I am, what year it is, and sadly, who’s the president, but I don’t recognize anyone but my friends and family. I have no idea who any celebrities are these days, except of course the dead ones, which is both funny and strange because it keeps me out of the loop, what with celebrities being all anyone talks about besides face masks or how bad Donald Trump was, is and certainly will be when he runs in 2024. Like just today I read an article about a man I’ve never heard of or seen before who had a baby with a woman I’ve never heard of or seen, just two weeks after divorcing a different woman I’ve never heard of or ever seen, and it was supposedly shocking news.
That’s the main way I know that I’m old, which is important. Otherwise I’d still feel like my life matters, and as we all know, according to advertisers, movie makers and politicians, it doesn’t really.
—Andrea Rouda blogs at The Daily Droid.
Along with not knowing who they are, my question is always “why should I care?”
Andrea!
Love this one!
Just paid a locksmith to fix my 140-year old front door lock. It’s old and needs constant maintenance but it’s beautiful and as ‘they’ say, they don’t make ‘em like they used to.
As he left, he said to me, ‘this should hold until the end of your life….and it has a guaranteed 90 day warranty…whichever comes first! ‘
If he’d been a young pup, I’d have closed the door on him after muttering something equally snarky, but because he appears to be about my age, we simply laughed long and hard at the absurdity of it all!
Keep laughing! Thanks for starting my day off right!