exactly, plus a few accidents (car) that could have killed my entire family and we by miracle.. didnt got us.Maybe it's 'cause he's already stared down the grim reaper as a youth and beat cancer, and made it well into adulthood.
I think he has every right to laugh all he wants...!
I dont fear death, I fear being bleeding on the floor with my entire body broken.. or worse.. lose hearing, eyesight and be completely useless and unnable to do any kind of stuff. Now thats a nightmare.Oh, I don't disagree at all. He is looking at the grim reaper things as having beaten it. So, yes... naturally one can laugh at it. However, at a certain time the grim reaper will come calling again and there will be no beating it, with or without cancer. That is called old age or what is sometimes referred to as Supreme adulthood. That tends to take the comic edge off it completely. Not lost entirely, but, cause for much more serious thought then we had before reaching that spot.
). It came with a warm kale salad and sweet potato side.), but, this was very good. The sweet potatoes were crisp and there were caramelized onions in the dish to offset the sweetness a bit. I don't even remember if I've had kale before, but, it was delicious...I killed the whole plate...! 
That sounds like fun! Enjoy!Out for me. Going out to dinner and games at the kids house. Tomorrow!
I know I made is sound melodramatic, but, I don't really dwell on it either. I think about it more then I used to, but, I still plan ahead, like buying a new car financed over years like it is a given that I will be around to pay it off. Hopefully I will be, but, it is something that people of a certain age do think of more then we ever thought we would, but, we don't carry it around like a giant weight either. I think we just find a way to accept that it is the future, at some point, whereas we never did that 20 years ago. Invincible was our name... living forever was our game.
I've had three uncles that never made it to 65 and four cousins that didn't either. One was 58. My Father was 74, but, my mother was 87. I have already beaten many of them so I've got that going for me. I remember my father saying to me, just 2 months before he died unexpectedly, that he wanted to live as long as his father who was 88. I don't even dare to say that for fear of not making it to even 74 which is just 6 years away.I'm superstitious that way.
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love your icon!That sounds like fun! Enjoy!
Thank you!
Oh, I don't disagree at all. He is looking at the grim reaper things as having beaten it. So, yes... naturally one can laugh at it. However, at a certain time the grim reaper will come calling again and there will be no beating it, with or without cancer. That is called old age or what is sometimes referred to as Supreme adulthood. That tends to take the comic edge off it completely. Not lost entirely, but, cause for much more serious thought then we had before reaching that spot.
Time out with the kiddos and SonIL was great!
We ate at a place downtown called True Food Kitchen, on the site of our old repurposed Seaholm Power Plant...
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I had the grass-fed beef burger with umami mushroom, caramelized onion, arugula, parmesan, and mayo on a flax seed bun (medium rare, of course
I could have had one or the other, but, decided to try both at the suggestion of our waitress.
I'm not normally a fan of sweet potatoes (as y'all know, one of very few foods
DWifey had same, but, of course, had them kill the beef to death!
Unfortunately, she didn't like the sides as much as I did, but, I now have a snack for tomorrow.
DS had a chicken curry dish that was awesome and wonderfully spicy...he shared some of it with me and we were both sweating...!
There was also a shredded chicken lemon soup that we ordered a coupla' bowls of and passed around. It was really good, too!
Great meal, we'll be back!
Here's my burger and sides...and a portion of the glass of my local microbrew IPA...!
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Not for me, I may go out kicking and screaming, or with a smuggled tequila.
This reminds me of when DWiffey told me when I first met her grandfather on her dads side that "He's been 'dying' for years!".
He lived well beyond that and died at age 89.
My pop is 83, and since we was replumbed, he lost a bunch of weight and is doing awesome.
I know there is no way of knowing when our demise will be, whether it's a health issue, or being hit by a truck, but, I don't find it useful to dwell on it...we can take precautions in certain ways, but, yep, we're all gone at some point.
But, I'm also not as "old" as you...yet...!
