Friday, April 11, 2014

I Wanna Be 50 Again

     Last week I called in sick to work.  Though I'm retired, I still work part-time.  On this particular day my wife went to work early, as she needed to be in by 6 a.m.  I slept in another hour and a half but when I arose, my stomach was way out of sorts for what reason I don't know.  Guess that happens when you're 60.

     So I called in sick to work, which surprised my wife when she got the news as she works in the same building.  She didn't know why I was ill, so she called to check on me.  Woke me out of a rather deep slumber, but I managed to tell her why I wasn't coming in.  But she thought I wasn't quite clear in my explanation, but who does when they're so roused.  So she hurried home to check on me, feeling that my lack of clarity might indicate a stroke.  Guess that happens when you're 60.

     Bottom line:  she awoke me again when she got home, but this time, feeling better, I decided I would return to work with her.  All's well that ends well.

     Yeah, I do wish I were 50 again.  These days my mind loves to play tricks on me.  Even my blog refused to let me in as I kept punching the wrong password.  My eye doctor suggested last visit I wear glasses when driving.  My sometimes trembling hands have caused me to hit hot keys on my keyboard that cause all kinds of funky things to happen, or, worse, delete lines that I spend much time on trying to retrieve.  Guess that happens when you're 60.

     Anyway, enough commiserating.  Hea, spell check says I got that word right.  Boo-yeah.

      Though in some ways I've lost focus, one activity where I can stay on task is planning travel.  My latest inspiration involves a trip to Ireland which we're going to do in a couple months.  I like to go places and my wife doesn't mind so long as it's someplace where they speak English.  I figure Irish should be close.

    Since my interests wax towards the macabre sometimes, I booked one of our first nights in what they say is a haunted Irish castle.  My sister's a bit nervous about this since she and her husband are traveling with us and I booked them a room too.  So I asked my sister whether she wanted the room in the remote section of the castle where hauntings are rare save for an occasional spectral light and phantom soldiers outside the window.  Or she could stay in the room where ghostly children have been seen and where strange animal noises have been heard.

     It doesn't sound like it matters though since she's bringing her eye mask and ear plugs.

     Then we're going to stay down the coast of Ireland in a farm cottage.  That sounded much more peaceful until I researched the village where we were going to be overnight.  It turned up on a list of haunted Irish spots because it was the site of a bloody battle which is purportedly re-enacted by ghostly soldiers on its yearly anniversary.

     And, wouldn't you know, that date is the same day we're going to be staying there.  Well, leastwise my sister should get good use of the mask and ear plugs she's bringing.



 

12 Comments:

Blogger Carine Nadel said...

hmmm, you know Steve has had quite the week too Dave! He took a sick day! almost never does. first w/ a scorpion sting and then w/ a 24 stomach bug! I'm not sure if 50 was any different than 56, but I'd be happy to give it a whirl!
continue to improve!

3:27 PM  
Blogger Big Dave T said...

CARINE--A scorpion? That makes me less likely to make it out to Arizona. I heard they have poisonous snakes out there too. I remember 56 being not so bad, but 60 was when things got tough for me.

7:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dave's dad here.....I am going to tell Sue to read your blog Dave.
60 yrs. is nothing, wait till you hit 80 then you can complain about pain.

7:44 AM  
Blogger Big Dave T said...

DAD--I didn't mention her name in my blog, so that's on you. Heh, heh. Heck you're more fit now than I am and I think you can see better too. I wouldn't be able to see any artifacts up north without some glasses.

10:43 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Eye mask and ear plugs packed!!

3:23 PM  
Blogger Big Dave T said...

SUE?--I think we should embrace our night in the haunted castle. We should learn how to hold a seance.

2:40 PM  
Blogger Lee said...

You've got nothing to worry about, Dave...you're still a spring chicken! :)

As for ghosts...ghost don't harm you, but the living can and do! It sounds like you're got a fun trip in store for you all.

The Irish don't speak English! They speak Irish!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)

5:09 PM  
Blogger Big Dave T said...

LEE--Maybe more of an old cluck if you ask me. I didn't think Irish was a language, just more of a brogue. Guess I'll find out in person.

10:32 AM  
Blogger Kacey said...

Oh, you sweet boy! 60 is nothing. I had one of those esophageal fundoplication's (they wrap the top of your stomach around the bottom of your esophagus) to keep my hiatal hernia from killing me. Everything was fine for about ten years, then I got the flu this January. After that procedure, you can no longer barf, so every time I felt the urge to upchuck, I wretched and passed out. I woke up on the floor early in the morning with "my Honey's" face a few inches from mine. I was wondering what in the world we were doing that I didn't remember starting, when the rescue squad arrived. Like your Dad said, "60 in nothing"---just wait until 78!

6:59 PM  
Blogger Big Dave T said...

KACEY--Great to hear from you. I'd been by your blog recently but you hadn't written anything in over a year there. That's a terrible health scare, but it sounds like it's in the past now. Guess that as we get older. And, yes, I know I shouldn't be complaining myself, but I'm not very tolerant when it comes to aging gracefully, regardless of where I'm at.

Take care.

5:51 PM  
Blogger Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

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12:05 AM  
Blogger Big Dave T said...

Jerry,

Thanks. I need to get out your way and check it out.

9:10 AM  

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