I’ve got a birthday coming up in July. That’s four months away, so you might be wondering why I am mentioning it so soon. One thing I find myself doing regularly is comparing my current stage of life to previous ones I’ve experienced. That’s one of the benefits that come with getting older. The title of this blog probably seems a bit confusing, so let me clear it up.
It’s been rather cool for the month of March here in Little Rock this year. It’s cooler than any March I’ve seen in a while. The ‘er stuck in my head and in short order I was thinking I’m older than a lot of people I know. Although I try my best to maintain a healthy state of life, I’m slower than I used to be. The little amount of hair left on my head is grayer than it was a few years ago. Age and cancer have had their way with my body. Recently, a health technician measured my height during a health checkup and discovered I’m significantly shorter than I used to be. I’m larger than I was fifty years ago, but only seventeen pounds. Cars are smaller than they were when I was teenager with a new driver’s license. Communication is faster than it was when I was sixteen, using the party line that served my area of the county. For those of you who may not know what a part line was. It was a community of people with an open line for telephone service. We had to make calls when others weren’t on the line, and we had to respect others by not listening to their conversations when the line was in use.
Do you see where I’m going with this. The older one gets, the more ‘ers they must draw on. Of course, there are more I could list, especially if I used more as a comparative; however, that would just destroy my feeble attempt at levity.
One last one: By the grace of God, I hope that I’m wiser than I was in my twenties.
I’m old and blessed…hope you will be too.
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Oh,yes. You’re talking my language now. I’m in the ‘er stage of life, as well.
Everyone on the party line system had their own special ring, to let you know when it was a call you were supposed to answer. Our ring was two shorts and a long. Our phone number back then had letters in it, as well as numbers. Ours was HO83638. That’s ‘O’ the letter, not 0 the number. It stood for the word ‘Homestead.’
I’m shorter now, too. Used to be a hair under 5’9″. Now I’m a smidgen above 5’7″. Hmm, people don’t say ‘smidgen’ anymore, do they? 😀
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Human experiences have so many common threads running through them.
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I can only say “me too!” Thanks for a smile this morning!
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I’m an ‘er, too. Not sure if I’m wiser, though. I dropped by this morning because I saw the devastation in Little Rock from the tornado(s?) and was worried. Hope you and yours are all okay and escaped the worst of these storms.
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My wife and I are doing fine. The tornado did its business on the northern side of Little Rock. My wife and I live on the southwestern side, no damage. We both have relatives who live closer to where the city received damage, fortunately they’re okay, too. The small town of Wynne on the eastern side of the state suffered catastrophic damage. Wynne is my hometown. None of my relatives were injured there. The whole state of Arkansas is experiencing considerable suffering at this point; however, we’ll bounce back though.
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