Now I'm 64

Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,

Now I'm sixty-four?

Whoo!

That's the way I ended my Valentine's Birthday post. (The party is still going on if you want to drop by!) Since then I've been doing a little bit of reflecting on what it means to me to be 64. Here are a few thing that came to my mind:

I never though I would live to be this old. When I was a kid I would usually spend weekends with my aunt and uncle, who I called Abba (Alma) and Frankie Joe (Francis Joseph). 

L to R: their friend Luella; Frankie Joe; Abba

Usually I would sleep in the huge bed with Frankie Joe. As a youngster I was often afraid that I would wake up to find that old Frankie Joe (he must have been in his 50s) had died in his sleep. I knew that I would never live to be as old as Frankie Joe was then. Well, I've passed that age and then some.

I am now older than my father lived to be. My father died at age 63, in 1983. I am now older than he.

Daddy & Me

Being 64 feels just like being 63! I don't know what I expected, but on February 14 I felt the same as I did on February 13! If anything, I feel more energetic with fewer pains to bitch about! Hmmmm...

I now have audio again! This has nothing to do with being 64, but it sure helps me feel energized! I have computer audio again for the first time in over a year thanks to my elder son, Nick, who suggested that I stop trying to get my computer's registry to recognize audio and obtain a USB audio headset. So I did:

At the moment I am listening to Al Joelson singing My Mammy

It feels so great to have music that I can easily find again!  Going through hundreds of CDs to locate one song was too much for me. This is much better, since I have almost all of my CDs on the computer. I even think I start creating a Coffeehouse (remember those?)  post for next week!

Watch out World!  

Sometimes Saintly Nick is a young 64!