To All you Senior Guys out there.
 

I keep reading different comments regarding seniors, just one today between
SMartin and Gord Dibben having a " Senior moment".
I retired 2 years ago and received this from a friend, I want to share this with
all you Seniors out there.
Unknown Author.
-----------------------
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I
was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my
reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that
it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it,
and let her know.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have
always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my
body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often
I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who
looks like my Father!), but I don't agonize over those things for
long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful
life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've
aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that
extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly
cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my
patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.I
have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before
they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer
until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's,
and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.


I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched
over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I
choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too,
will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some
of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the
important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can
your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child
suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But
broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and
compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will
never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my
hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched
into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many
have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about
what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even
earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has
set me free.I like the person I have become. I am not going to
live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time
lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I
shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it).

To All you Senior Guys out there.
 

John,

I don't normally bother to read off-topic stuff but enjoyed that a lot
particularly in view of the fact I retired this year.

Mike H

"John" wrote:

I keep reading different comments regarding seniors, just one today between
SMartin and Gord Dibben having a " Senior moment".
I retired 2 years ago and received this from a friend, I want to share this with
all you Seniors out there.
Unknown Author.
-----------------------
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I
was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my
reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that
it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it,
and let her know.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have
always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my
body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often
I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who
looks like my Father!), but I don't agonize over those things for
long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful
life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've
aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that
extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly
cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my
patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.I
have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before
they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer
until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's,
and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.


I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched
over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I
choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too,
will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some
of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the
important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can
your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child
suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But
broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and
compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will
never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my
hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched
into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many
have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about
what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even
earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has
set me free.I like the person I have become. I am not going to
live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time
lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I
shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it).

.

To All you Senior Guys out there.
 

Very nice John, and how apt.
From another 65 year old - but still working!!!

--
Regards
Roger Govier

"John" wrote in message
...
I keep reading different comments regarding seniors, just one today
between SMartin and Gord Dibben having a " Senior moment".
I retired 2 years ago and received this from a friend, I want to share
this with all you Seniors out there.
Unknown Author.
-----------------------
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I
was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my
reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that
it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it,
and let her know.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have
always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my
body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often
I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who
looks like my Father!), but I don't agonize over those things for
long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful
life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've
aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that
extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly
cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my
patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.I
have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before
they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer
until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's,
and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.


I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched
over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I
choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too,
will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some
of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the
important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can
your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child
suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But
broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and
compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will
never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my
hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched
into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many
have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about
what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even
earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has
set me free.I like the person I have become. I am not going to
live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time
lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I
shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it).

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To All you Senior Guys out there.
 

Since it is the weekend and you are old you can be forgiven for the OT which
should have been labeled as OT. I'll bet you feel much better getting that
off your chest. BTW, I am only 73 years old and do free lance Excel to keep
from "getting under foot". Much of what you say is very true.
--
Don Guillett
Microsoft MVP Excel
SalesAid Software

"John" wrote in message
...
I keep reading different comments regarding seniors, just one today between
SMartin and Gord Dibben having a " Senior moment".
I retired 2 years ago and received this from a friend, I want to share
this with all you Seniors out there.
Unknown Author.
-----------------------
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I
was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my
reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that
it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it,
and let her know.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have
always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my
body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often
I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who
looks like my Father!), but I don't agonize over those things for
long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful
life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've
aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that
extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly
cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my
patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.I
have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before
they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer
until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's,
and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.


I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched
over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I
choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too,
will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some
of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the
important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can
your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child
suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But
broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and
compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will
never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my
hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched
into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many
have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about
what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even
earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has
set me free.I like the person I have become. I am not going to
live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time
lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I
shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it).

To All you Senior Guys out there.
 

Hey, you punks, get off of my lawn! <g

--
Biff
Microsoft Excel MVP


"John" wrote in message
...
I keep reading different comments regarding seniors, just one today between
SMartin and Gord Dibben having a " Senior moment".
I retired 2 years ago and received this from a friend, I want to share
this with all you Seniors out there.
Unknown Author.
-----------------------
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I
was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my
reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that
it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it,
and let her know.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have
always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my
body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often
I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who
looks like my Father!), but I don't agonize over those things for
long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful
life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've
aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that
extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly
cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my
patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.I
have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before
they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer
until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's,
and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.


I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched
over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I
choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too,
will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some
of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the
important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can
your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child
suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But
broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and
compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will
never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my
hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched
into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many
have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about
what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even
earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has
set me free.I like the person I have become. I am not going to
live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time
lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I
shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it).

To All you Senior Guys out there.
 

Hey, my apologies, I know it was off-topic but couldn't help myself, like Don
said I'm old and it's the weekend.
To Mike, happy retirement, it takes a few months to adjust.
To Roger, You keep on going.
To Don, I hope to get the same reply in 10 years from now when I send you this
post again, you're an inspiration to us all.
To Biff, with does nested formula that blew me away I say "Hey we are all on the
same grass"
Maybe one day I'll be has good as you guys.
Thanks for your comments
Regards
John

"John" wrote in message
...
I keep reading different comments regarding seniors, just one today between
SMartin and Gord Dibben having a " Senior moment".
I retired 2 years ago and received this from a friend, I want to share this
with all you Seniors out there.
Unknown Author.
-----------------------
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I
was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my
reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that
it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it,
and let her know.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have
always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my
body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often
I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who
looks like my Father!), but I don't agonize over those things for
long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful
life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've
aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that
extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly
cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my
patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.I
have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before
they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer
until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's,
and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.


I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched
over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I
choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too,
will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some
of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the
important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can
your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child
suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But
broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and
compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will
never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my
hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched
into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many
have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about
what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even
earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has
set me free.I like the person I have become. I am not going to
live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time
lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I
shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it).

To All you Senior Guys out there.
 

"Senior Moments" are a reward for being older.

You get to use them whenever it is convenient as in deflecting blame or
forgetting what your wife wanted you to do or patting your sister-in-law on
the butt without censure.


Gord

On Mon, 26 Oct 2009 08:22:08 -0400, "John" wrote:

Hey, my apologies, I know it was off-topic but couldn't help myself, like Don
said I'm old and it's the weekend.
To Mike, happy retirement, it takes a few months to adjust.
To Roger, You keep on going.
To Don, I hope to get the same reply in 10 years from now when I send you this
post again, you're an inspiration to us all.
To Biff, with does nested formula that blew me away I say "Hey we are all on the
same grass"
Maybe one day I'll be has good as you guys.
Thanks for your comments
Regards
John

"John" wrote in message
...
I keep reading different comments regarding seniors, just one today between
SMartin and Gord Dibben having a " Senior moment".
I retired 2 years ago and received this from a friend, I want to share this
with all you Seniors out there.
Unknown Author.
-----------------------
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I
was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my
reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that
it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it,
and let her know.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have
always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my
body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often
I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who
looks like my Father!), but I don't agonize over those things for
long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful
life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've
aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that
extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly
cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my
patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.I
have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before
they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer
until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's,
and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.


I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched
over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I
choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too,
will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some
of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the
important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can
your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child
suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But
broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and
compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will
never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my
hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched
into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many
have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about
what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even
earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has
set me free.I like the person I have become. I am not going to
live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time
lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I
shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it).

To All you Senior Guys out there.
 

Hi Gord
I took note of that, should come handy (<:
Regards
John
"Gord Dibben" <gorddibbATshawDOTca wrote in message
...
"Senior Moments" are a reward for being older.

You get to use them whenever it is convenient as in deflecting blame or
forgetting what your wife wanted you to do or patting your sister-in-law on
the butt without censure.


Gord

On Mon, 26 Oct 2009 08:22:08 -0400, "John" wrote:

Hey, my apologies, I know it was off-topic but couldn't help myself, like Don
said I'm old and it's the weekend.
To Mike, happy retirement, it takes a few months to adjust.
To Roger, You keep on going.
To Don, I hope to get the same reply in 10 years from now when I send you this
post again, you're an inspiration to us all.
To Biff, with does nested formula that blew me away I say "Hey we are all on
the
same grass"
Maybe one day I'll be has good as you guys.
Thanks for your comments
Regards
John

"John" wrote in message
...
I keep reading different comments regarding seniors, just one today between
SMartin and Gord Dibben having a " Senior moment".
I retired 2 years ago and received this from a friend, I want to share this
with all you Seniors out there.
Unknown Author.
-----------------------
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I
was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my
reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that
it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it,
and let her know.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have
always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my
body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often
I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who
looks like my Father!), but I don't agonize over those things for
long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful
life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've
aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that
extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly
cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my
patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.I
have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before
they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer
until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's,
and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.


I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched
over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I
choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too,
will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some
of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the
important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can
your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child
suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But
broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and
compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will
never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my
hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched
into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many
have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about
what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even
earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has
set me free.I like the person I have become. I am not going to
live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time
lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I
shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it).