About three years ago I was working on the cockpit assmebly of a WWII fighter when after a bit of sanding I was trying to focus my eyes on the joints I was working to inspect my work. I couldn’t focus. I had to hold the part about two feet out from my head to get rid of any blurring.
‘My God, I got a tumor or something!’ I thought. Went to the optomologist who just snickerd a bit. ‘No, Mike, your just getting old like the rest of us’ [:(]
I now have to wear .25X maginification reading glasses when I model.
i realized that when people were talking of the “old” kits and i realized i built them when they were new. now i look and think how old i really am. and then my children confirm it. of course 37 physically and feel 137.
I realized it when the youngens at work started calling me “Sir” & a clerk in the local music store mentioned they were running a special sale on Glenn Miller CD’s.
the day I realized I was getting old is when making love to my wife for one time is good enought for a month.Also when I get up to start the day the couch looks mighty inviting.
Digger
When getting carded seems like a delightfull compliment rather than an insult. Although I’ll soon be 40, I got carded at a convenience store about a month ago. I was only too happy to produce my ID!
it must be old geezer week here at the forum. i’ve been pulling my glasses off for about a year now to look at details. but i have my revenge: my much younger wife’s 80’s music is starting to show up in the golden oldies pile.
You just had to bring this subject up this week didn’t you. Tuesday I hit 60 and my youngest son (who’s 31) informed me that I was OFFICIALLY an old man. May club him the next time I see him. Ah, the joys of growing old. You have the opportunity to join the BBF&T club (that’s the Bald, Blind, Flat and Toothless club). And the pain. About 50 or so, your body starts cashing all the checks that you wrote on it when you were young and immortal. I’ve heard it said that if you’re over 55, and you wake up one morning and aren’t in pain, most likely you’re dead. So pain is your friend (i guess). And class reunions. You wonder around all evening thinking “Did I really go to school with all these old farts?”
Over all though it’s been fun. Married a good woman (cause she decided to keep me I guess), raised two good boys, and got three beautiful grandchildren. Been lucky enough to work in a profession that I loved and in the process got to work on a bunch of warbirds (although lawyers have managed to take a lot of fun out of that so have moved on to something else). Built a whole bunch of models over the years. Beginning to learn that I can say what I really feel and not necessarly worry about it (ever notice that old people and young kids tend to say what they think? That’s because in one case they don’t know any better and in the other they don’ t give a rats ass. (What’re you going to do - dress me in a tan, black and brown suit and ship me to Bagdad?) And as far as being called Sir, I tell em the same thing that I told the guys when I was an NCO - “Don’t call me sir - I work for a living and I know who both my parents were!”
You are all going to grow old. You can’t stop it. So you might as well relax and enjoy it as much as possible. And always remember - Inside every old person there is a young person asking “What the hell happened?”
yeah they had a little birthday email go out a few weeks ago and noticed someones birthdate was a few days from mine… I casually asked them what their brithday (including yr) was and when they told me I realized that when they were born I was already several yrs out of highschool, almost done with college actually… it’s a wierd feeling, because I don’t feel that old.
Another thing to tell you are getting old is that the job you worked,you loved.Now you hate and you relizies that you can’t do models nor take a nap while working.Digger
I’m not old.
I was born when Jack Kennedy was President, but I’m not old. I like the music my 15 year old daughter listens to, and she keeps pinching my music cd’s cuz she likes the music I listen to.
I recently graduated from university (studied mechanical engineering) and most of my fellow classmates were born after I had graduated from high school. BUt I was still “one of the boys”.
I’m still young, and will remain that way till I die.