Tuesday, December 15, 2009

How Low Will They Go?



I went out to get the mail, and on my way out I got to admire my Christmas decorating expertise. Yes, I stretched a couple of strings of lights down the length of the porch again. This time I changed it up a little, I also put lights on the front gate. The extra added lights caused me to spend a little more time out there being eaten up by mosquitoes, but I think it was worth it. So it took me twenty minutes this year instead of the usual ten, the end result is a beautiful wonderland of lights, or as my tenant Russell said, "It looks like somebody vomited Christmas out there!"
 
I eventually did get to the mail box and to my delight I saw that Mark had a special letter. Today Mark received the official word that he is no longer a 'Club Kid'. He is no longer a hip and happening thirty something. Mark received word in the mail today that his life is in the final glide path to old age and that he won't be allowed to stay out dancing all night. Today Mark received his invitation from AARP to come and join them. Mark is just eight days away from turning fifty, the official age that you become eligible to join AARP, and you know that I took great joy in handing him that envelope. He probably won't join, and will continue to be in denial for some years to come. I know I denied I was over fifty for years, that is until I realized I was turning sixty in just twelve days. It's hard to keep telling people that you are only forty nine when your hair keeps turning grayer, your balls keep dropping lower and lower, and you've finally begun to understand the appeal of early bird specials.


7 comments:

  1. I dread seeing that in my mailbox.

    On another note, I'd never have guessed that Mark was 50. He looks much younger.

    Actually, you both look younger than your age. Gives me hope that alcohol is a great "preservative".

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  2. For my dad's 50th birthday, I filled out the paperwork to make him a historic site and sent it to him.

    And no way did I think Mark was anywhere near 50.

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  3. Ha ha ha ha ha, misery loves company.

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  4. Wow, Mark certainly ages well. I thought you were going to tell us he is 39 turning 40!

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  5. Garet, you need to follow through with that eye exam.

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  6. Alan I decorated my office as I do every year, and my boss always comes in and says "it looks like an elf vomited Christmas in here" - so I guess it runs in the family.
    And I refuse to join AARP. If Don wants to get all the "discounts" he can own up to it, not me - I am way to vain!

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  7. It doesn't matter, Sue. No matter how vain you are some teeny-bopper cashier will offer the senior discount to you. The painful part is when you find out that the qualifying age is 62!!!

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