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“I hope I die before I get old” lyric, “My Generation” by The Who.

That’s one of my favorite lyrics growing up. The issue is, I think, I’ve already gotten old and I don’t like it.

People often say, “Aged like a fine wine.” Does fine wine have achy joints?

I wake up and my back hurts. Then later in the day, my hip hurts. I pulled a muscle in my foot the other day that I did not even know existed.

That’s my life now, I guess. I am aggravating parts of my body that I did not know could be aggravated.

I understand there are muscles in feet. But how does a person pull a muscle in their feet? I was going over the entire previous day, trying to figure how this happened.

I got out of bed, did my physical therapy stretches for my hip and back, walked to the kitchen for coffee, hopped in the shower and so on. I don’t know how it happened but now I’m paying attention to every move I make in case it ends with me aggravating some nerve or tendon that could potentially put me in a walking boot cast or wheelchair for three weeks.

Where is this coming from?

I’m glad you asked, I celebrated a birthday recently and I am getting old.

In fact, I’m as old as I’ve ever been.

The Who had it right but what do they know, they’re still touring even though half the band is dead.

I can remember sitting in church as an eight-year-old and seeing the old World War II Veterans in our congregation struggling to make it to the front of the sanctuary for communion and we went to a nice Lutheran church, meaning they had communion every week.

I said to my brother Matthew, “I never want to get that old.” It’s a conversation we’ve had a number of times and is the reason he is the executor of my estate in the event of my untimely passing.

So, on the one hand, my body is in a constant state of pain. But on the other hand, my brain is as sharp as it has ever been.

Almost too sharp. The other day I was thinking about the idea of “today” and that messed with my head for like three hours. These two theories about ”today” were rattling around in my head.

“There is never going to be another today or every day is today.”

None of this really matters because in 100 years nobody is going to know any of us or our names. Just think of that, besides Aristotle, Mozart and Abraham Lincoln there aren’t many people that are remembered over time.

This has been your weekly reminder that life is fleeting so enjoy it while you can.

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