Growing Old Is Not For Wimps

That's what my older friends say, anyway. It could be true. I am not all that old yet, though I will be seventy in a couple of years. I think that was once considered old. In my youth it certainly was. Of course, I was too young to appreciate it then. I might still be. Many of my friends are in their late seventies or early eighties. They play golf. They are active... much more so than I. I would be a "couch potato" but I lack a couch. We own three recliners which take/took the place of one couch. I sit in the one on the end, the one next to the small table... so I have a place to put things. Things like a glass of juice or a cup of tea (green tea with honey, lemon, and ginseng)... and cookies, most often, cookies. This is where I watch the idiot box (should that now be "idiot [flat] screen?") and cuss the remote which does not seem to work as well from that angle. I guess you could say I am a "recliner potato."
 
From that recliner, I watch the news and shake my head in disgust while mumbling aloud what the politicians should do... and understand that they won't... and at all the stupidity in the world (it was just as stupid when I was young, maybe more so). I also watch the all of the other shows that interest me;  the old movies on TCM, tales of World War II, shows that tell me about life before I existed. And I watch the science shows, which often tell me about life after I will no longer exist. While I watch, I fill in crossword puzzles and play solitaire games on my tablet. I call this "multi-tasking."

This is what my life has been reduced to... watching more than doing. No wonder I'm depressed.