Old Geezers Out to Lunch

Old Geezers Out to Lunch
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Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Good News....and Bad News

Just when I had fully relaxed into the fact the middle age is drawing to close and old age is about to begin,  a complication arose.

At the dentist's office I ran into an extended survey in a waiting room magazine that tells me that based on lifestyle and general health and outlook questions, I'm effectively not quite 55 years old instead of nearly 60, as my driver's license believes.  

I truly don't know what to do.

This computation is based on an elaborate, multi-page survey. Wanting to know the complete dirty truth, I was fully, brutally honest in answering.  I was forthright  about my weight (which is fine if I was 6 ft. 3" tall; unfortunately I'm 5 ft 8"), and about the fact that my cholesterol and blood pressure are on the high side. I was ruthlessly honest about the red meat I eat too often, and about the fact that I have a nasty sweet tooth. I 'fessed up to my occasional insomnia, my allergies, the arthritis beginning to make my toes and ankles ache.

I was brutally honest about every last thing they asked.

But it appears I have enough healthy habits to more than compensate for these vices. I checked off the smallest option for number of alcoholic drinks per day above zero (on average, about one or two glasses of good Scotch per week). It appears, now, that a little bit of imbibing is considered better for you than none at all.  I spend 15 or so days a month in the YMCA pool or exercise room, and walk perhaps an additional 10 or 15 miles a week. The daily regimen includes 45 minutes of meditation, which the surveyors apparently like very much. Early to bed early to rise seems to be a plus. My work stress has taken a large turn downward—that alone probably reduced my age by a year or so. The last loved one lost to disease was now more than a year ago, not front and center in my outlook on life.  And my fondness for a good cheeseburger is apparently neutralized by the nuts, grains, and vegetables I happily eat.

Now, although it's not a terrible thing to actually be younger than I am, it does leave me with a dilemma. I was very much looking forward to the many senior citizen discounts I  become eligible for when I turn 60 years old next month.  I don't lie easily, and if I say I am 60 when in reality I'm effectively only 55,  I'm sure to get busted. I can imagine now the teller at the movie theater who, when I ask for a senior ticket, frowns and asks to see the result of my US News & World Report age survey. 

I must be careful not to regress any further, as might happen if I lose some weight. That was a goal of mine as I enter semi-retirement, but now I'm not so sure. I'd rather not have to send back my AARP membership card. Maybe if I drink a lot more Scotch, it will balance out a weight loss. 


8 comments:

  1. I was getting coffee at some road stop in NC a few years ago and the guy in front of me wanted his discount (they gave them for anyone over 50). Since I was buying two cups, one for me and one for my dad, I asked for my discount. The cashier said she'd give the discount for my dad's coffee but there was no way I could be over 50 (I was 55 at the time) and she didn't believe me when I produced my driver's license and then had to do the math... 2012-1957= I made sure I counted my change real good, and I did get to save a dime or two on my cup of coffee.

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  2. My heart bleeds for you, in your terrible dilemma! Wish I could find a copy of that survey.

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  3. Here's my advice: buy lots of shoes.

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  4. Is there a Benjamin Button diet? If so, I'd advise you to stay away from it, if you want in on our super senior discounts! I have a friend who will not ask for the senior ticket price at a local movie house. Well, he's been outed. The tattooed and pierced young woman told him he "deserved" the senior price because he looked as though he were as old as his wife and the other couple (Lana and me)! Ah, out of the mouth of millenials! Now that is an age you want to avoid in your contracting chronological spin.

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  5. Do whatever it takes to drink more Scotch without guilt.

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  6. Good grief. I have you by 15 years (20 according to your survey results). And YOU call YOURSELF a geezer? Gadfrey, what does that make me?

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  7. I remember the last time I was carded in earnest...1976 it was, in Anchorage. The clerk at the wine store asked for my ID, looked and then mumbled "Sorry man...." I'd take the survey, but it probably doesn't do carbon dating.....

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  8. Well, I think that's gooder news than bader news.

    I sometimes get miffed when they don't challenge me about being a senior.

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