Happy new year, all.
i am sitting here watching/listening to a documentary about the beatles and crying a little for the two lost ones, and for all the years since their heyday, too. no, i am not sorry to be in the 21st century, and no, i am not sorry to have reached the horribly ancient age of 66 (67 in two months), but somehow this documentary is hitting me hard.
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Life surely does creep up on us! It is mind bending when you hear the ages of your darling little grandchildren...they are now late 20s and 30s and even 46!
my grandkittens range from 14 and a half to almost 17. does that count? i never had human kids.
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@genessa ofcourse, they are your kids (just animals)!
@Freedompath they are indeed! i misspoke though; two are grandkittens and three are my furry kitty kids. and there is a young dog there too who thinks they're HER cats.
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Aging is not horrible. So long as one has health, it is actually pretty cool. I find wisdom compounds with age. I will be 64 this month.
I have to agree with you. I'll be 65 in August and have enjoyed these last two decades of my life much more than the first 4.
i don't mind age. health, though, i do not have.
when i turned 64 i began to sing a different beatles song to myself every day. i stopped the day i turned 65.
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I'm a couple of years younger, but I get you on this. In fact I feel it more and watching TV shows and listening to this era music, and other media. Without wanting to insult McCartney and Starr, I also feel the loss of the lost two; Lennon, extraordinary, for all his faults, a Harrison, who was making great music right up to the end. Lennon, taken so cruelly at 40, and Harrison taken so sadly at just 57 or so. I think a lot us in this generation feel the same.
they transcend generations, the way shakespeare does!
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