This is our dog, Bogie. He's a Pembroke Welsch Corgie, and not just a little overweight. The poor guy has been limping around all week. Not sure what he did to his front left leg. Last night I even had to carry him from our bedroom out to his spot here on his rug in front of the door. He sits for HOURS and just looks out the front door. Kinda how I feel some days.The thing is... if Bogie is getting old, then what does that make me? The kids are gone, and now I'm getting sentimental about the dog. Geesh. What have I become? The house would REALLY be lonely if something happens to him.
I was already feeling old about the kids leaving, the dog growing old, and yesterday I was made fun of by several young fuddy duddy's... then I ran across this piece about how outdated writing checks is. Heck, I never even graduated to the writing checks department. I barely know how to fill one out. Jane does that. I have never had a debit card. Don't know the first thing about them. I don't have an ipod or mp3 player (other than the computer), no surround sound big-screen tv... we don't even have a freakin' cd player in our house (again, other than computer and dvd player - but we don't have a cassette deck or turntable either).
I just realized last night that I will be 44 in November. And it's not that that is an ancient age... but I feel like a has-been. I hate birthdays.
I'm pretty pathetic, aren't I? I haven't had a good "whine" post in awhile. You were probably hoping I had gotten over that. Sorry. I think I'll go lay on the floor with Bogie. Look out the window for 10 or 12 hours. Take a nice nap.
Arf.
5 comments:
*choke* forty-four?!? The way you've been going on, I was sure you were older. Well, maybe you're getting all your "old" feelings over with now, so's you can enjoy the rest of the thirty-plus years you're likely to get.
Darrell,
You just wait... someday you'll be as decrepit as me, my boy.
*sniff*slobber*oops*
pd
But I *am*! (well, minus three years. Still...)
Guess I wasn't supposed to giggle, huh? Crap, if you're old, that means I'm old! I think you must be counting dog years for yourself or something.
A younger friend of ours, 41, just had heart "procedures" (I say procedures because I can't remember now if it was angioplasty, cath, but I do know two stents were put in). Cholesterol out the roof, now on 3 meds--instant lifestyle change.
Consider your alternatives, Danny boy.
(Wish I could read your "deep" posts right now...but I feel too old right now to go too deep...I might drown.)
Hope you're over the doldrums by the time I finally get around to checkin' in on ya.
Robin,
Oh sure, thanks for laughin' at my pain. :( And let's don't talk about cholesterol. I was supposed to go in for my 6-month check about... several six-months-ago. =)
happy trails,
dh
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