I'd rather be napping

I was thinking I could tell a few jokes today but I can't think of any. Then I thought I would write something insightful and witty about the current politics and/or economy but I realized I had no insights and had only half-witty things to say about those.

That left me with clever observations about everyday life for a 60-something. Except I am not so clever in my observations and everyday life in my town is nothing like it is elsewhere. I live in a town where people have, more often than not, moved to after retiring. It is, therefore, a town full of old people. And while that may lead to funny stories about people getting lost in the Wal-Mart parking lot or in the supermarket, the humor wears off when you realize that may be your own future.

You ask yourself different questions at different times of your life:

1. What do I want to be when I grow up?

2. Am I achieving my goals?

3. Where did I leave my teeth?


I am approaching that last phase. I am hoping that I have 20+ years left to me and when I start thinking I do, it scares me. How am I going to keep myself amused that long?

I have learned something of late... I am becoming less infatuated with summer. When I was under 18, I looked forward to summer. No school, more freedom, warm weather. After 18, school was gone and jobs didn't let out for summer. So no extra freedom. That just left warm weather. Which was enough for awhile. Living in Florida, however, summer means sweltering heat that drains all your strength. So the warmer weather lost its allure.


I would look forward to winter if that didn't mean a doubling of the area's population. The weather is better, cooler and drier. But the restaurants are full and the roads crowded with people, driving slow, trying to remember where stores or restaurants are.

I suppose I am in a melancholy mood today. This is the third time I have tried to write something for today, all have turned out the same... morose.

At least I still know where my teeth are.