Fortunately, for me, I wake up each morning, I thank God for letting me live through the night, and, perhaps, giving me another day on earth. My back hurts, my neck hurts, it takes me a while to ..... come out of a daze, get my bearings, get my head on straight, walk normally, all those things. But, I am pretty much just 30 or 40 years old, I start walking pretty well, looking forward to the day.
I head to the kitchen and make coffee, into the living room, turn on the TV, find the music station, and then have to decide between "Swing Kings" which takes me back to the 30's and 40's, or "Easy Instrumentals" which takes me back to the 50's and beyond.
Today I am at Easy Instrumentals, "La Vie En Rose" right now, by Ronald Binge and his Romantic Strings, never heard of him, but the music is pleasant. I'm sure that brings back some memories, just not sure what then are, but I am living in the past.
Got my first cup of coffee down, Walmart Generic Coffee, I can develop a taste for most anything, but it is hot and wet. I will buy Folgers when I hit the lottery, or even Maxwell House. I wonder what that recent lottery winner in New Jersey is drinking this morning. No generic coffee for him anymore. I think he has five kids. I bet they all really love him, now.
Now, a trip to the bathroom, I walk down the hall. When my back and neck really hurt, or some other aged problem arises, I mentally have trained myself to walk like John Wayne. I stop myself, put myself in a John Wayne frame of mind, it relaxes my back, slows me down, and helps me motivate. I use that walk more and more. It works though. Yesterday I went out for the mail. Walking was a little labored, so a little way out I thought ......... John Wayne .............. and made it to the mailbox and back with no trouble.
As a 30 or 40 year old, I walk into the bathroom, look into the mirror and see my aged Father in the mirror. Who is that? It's Ralph Dean Dooley, no, it's me, 80 year old Joe. Can't be, I'm too young to look like that. All those "brown" spots and blemishes, the white hair, looking like an old man.
Shaving is going to be tough, but all the mirrors have to go, I am just not that old.
I'm back, there goes "Autumn Leaves" by Jon Burchfield, so melodic, takes me way back, nice, soft, quiet music, great to listen to, while I takes these darn mirrors down.
