"Aging is not for sissies" - you'll see wqhen you get there. I particularly like some ironic lyrics from The Tower of Song by A favourite lover - Leonard Cohen:
"I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on - I ache in the places where I used to play."
The local lunatic speaking - same as last night - a hauntingly beautiful piece of music from the soul of Beethoven - the 2nd movement from Symphony no 7 - will not leave me.
Playing in my head - youtube tip from a fellow cs member. Heavenly beautiful - Beethoven's Symphony no 7 - second movement - conducted by Charles Latshaw.
Used to carry my blankets, sheets and pillow to my parents bedroom, leaving it on a chair and then sleeping on my bare mattress!
I was about 12 when a friend of my father slept over at our house. He slept in the boy's bedroom on a single bed. It was after nine o'clock when I sauntered over and got into the bed with him - at the foot-end! He screamed like a stuck pig. My mom came running and I awoke in all this commotion with her explaining that I'm a sleep walker!
RE: warning! this thread is not for weak mindeded and pessismists!
Another irony - when you're old your kids become the "parents" I look upon really old people with such tenderness, as I do with helpless babies...