being old and feelin' old...

I'll be 53 in a little while,yet aside from battle damage,I still think young in a way.Actually,in a lot of ways.I'm the old man in the shop that still parties when the mood strikes me.In our shop we do a lot of laughing and singing,and guitar playing,etc.Oh yeah,we still find time to work on bikes (LOL).I guess my point here is being old and feeling old do not go hand in hand.I'm one of those people that always see a silver lining,and the cup is half full,not half empty.I believe that attitude is prevelent on this forum,and I really enjoy that.Haveing said that,let the rain roll off our backs and smoke em if ya got em,have a great day.

 

Good mornin' Blackie,yeah I agree about some of the younger ones,but thats cool.I have a limited time on here due to work etc.So rather then waste my energy on deaf ears,I choose to remain here and am happy doing so.I notice that you live in Oregon.Should you ever get down around the cave jucntion area let me know.I'll give ya directions how to get to my shop.Stop in and have a cold one(or two...).Peace

 

Youth is indeed wasted on the young,,,,,,Peace, Ruby [ I will be celebrating 50 years on this earth in October]

 

At times I will venture out to the barn/shop where the men are fixin' bikes,tractors,lawn mowers and most anything else with wheels and motors, I find a brotherhood/bond as they talk, drink beer and do be..it always makes me feel good. There's love in there and respect and I belive that come with maturity.

The kids are great but their brains are not 'done cooking' yet.. we all went or are going to go through it sometime..I'm glad I'm an old hippie, I wouldn't have it anyother way.

Peace
Shameless

 

Welcome to the club ruby, I joined back in March. I try not to act my age too much, and it's helped me to keep from feeling old.

 

I am less old than all you, and I agree, but my knees, sometimes they makes sure I know I am not young anymore...damned skatebaords!!!!!!

 

Mornin' Budz!

I'm 2 years away from bein' 60, and I'm bringing myself more work here to the farm than I've had in years. I'm lovin' it too. I think the more that you get out and do things, the more you're able to get out of your body. I try to carry a good feeling in my heart when I go out there, and it just seems to come back at me.

I like to say how old I am because when I do I always surprise folks. I do what I can and what I feel like doing and that's really all that matters. If it takes me three days to do what it used to take me a half a day to accomplish... so what? I got nothin' but time. That's all any of us have, really... time.

But out there in the barn and pasture, I got's me a young gelding to fool with (needs an attitude adjustment). A young mare who needs to learn how to respond to a rider not just a sulky driver. Six dairy goats who are the light of my life, and a 5 month old pup of the large breed variety who, last night as I was walking up the hill after feeding the horses, ran back to me from the barn and threw a flying bodyblock at me and crashed into my shoulder. We just bought twenty, 7 foot norway spruce trees to plant as a privacy and noise screen, 6 acres to mow, a truck load of hay to put up, and I gotta go to the mill for grain and finish my mares stall when I get back so that she can use it when Ivan starts to rain on us tomorrow.

My sister-in-law and her hubby are coming to visit us from Nebraska this Saturday and I have to clean the house... nah, they can visit us and not the house.

So, I ain't slowin' down, I'm just gettin' into life. And lovin' Every minute of it.

Sam

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect,
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect.
Good and bad, I define these terms,
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

~ Bob Dylan

 

I'm not quite in that club yet, but alot of people freak when they hear I have a daughter thats almost 28.

I do get the "wow, you look about 35 yourself"...and while it makes me feel good, its not that big of a deal.
What is important is trying to live your life so that one day you can really start living your life.
This takes more time for some to do and some never get around to it.
They are so busy living for everyone else.
The kids live to be accepted by their peers, then then live to work and if that don't kill 'em, they live to worry how they will get by in their later years, while keeping up apperances and have all the "STUFF".

I made up my mind years ago that I wanted to require less of the material things and more of the spiritual things...this has worked for me.
If you're happy with enough, then anything more is a feast.

I find this free's me. And while my sweet husband is away all week, he is working on a goal of his.
He wants to pay off our land free and clear very soon and then just be here with me, painting and laughing.

I feel younger now than I have in a long time.
teepi

 

As long as you're happy, healthy, and free to be who you are age is simply just a number.

For me I think life is way too short to worry about the things I don't have (husband, children, mortgage, 'real career', car, etc...). It has taken some personal tragedies for me to come to this realization and I continue to learn this lesson everyday and enjoying the whole journey of self discovery along the way.

 

I've always enjoyed listening to the elders.The fact that I'm getting there really excites me.I've been waiting all my life for this.Many of my friends didn't make it.I did!Keep on truckin'...

 

HI! Thank you for sharing! It's great finding folks from my era! One day I was running away from home,(nah,I wasn't going to live to be 18,thought I.) So much turmoil back then!Teenage angst,hormones running amuck(they're doin' it AGAIN,mentalpause!) Lo and behold,one day I turned 50! I still feel like the wild child I was in the sixties and am suprised when someone calls me mam(in the South," it's yes mam this,no mam that...")It was great coming up in that time,lotsa love,good sounds,a gentler time...except for Vietnam and all the lives lost,lives damaged!!! Wasn't very gentle there! Thanks again!

 

"Who Knows Where the Time Goes"....I love that song.

 

I turned 50 in July. I still don't feel a day over 49.

 

Good morning my friends,
All in all I see we pretty much have our lives where we want to be,mentally and physicly(sp).We all have some aches and pains from our days of "driving fast and taking chances" (LOL).Thru all the good times and we all had lots of bad times,we have tempered ourselves.We withstood the trials of time and still have our heads pretty much together,and happy.It also seems all of us are still building our piece of paradise.Thats a job,at least for me,that will never be done.There will always be another nail to hammer,picture to hang,etc.I think and believe that in itself is a beautiful thing.Life sure is a trip,and continues to be a learning experience.Have a great day my friends,smoke em if ya got em.
Peace :}>
ol george

 

I have a long white beard that when I was growing it back when I was 30, it was black. I felt I was still 19............... That feeling hasn't left me.

 

Morning Hari,
My beard used to be brown,seems like a long time ago now(LOL).Now it's part of my costume.I'm the santa at the Illinois Vally Biker Toy Giveaway.The kids are pretty damn smart and know a fake beard when they see it.It's lottsa phunn and I really look forward to it every year.Peace bro.

 

Here where I live even the cops in the cars call me that, kids too and everyone I know tells me I should play santa. I feel like I'm being that all year round.


Cheers my friend!

 

Who is that old f~~~er in the mirror starin back at me?

Old might be a state of mind but I've never been there.
The physical, on the other hand. Aleve is ma friend.

 

I know I've been away for a while, but this place looks so pussy - I can't even believe it.

homey, don't worry about oldness dude.

You're the bomb and don't forget it.

Keep on keepin on.

Remember....

I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy...cle

It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:

This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle.
Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin'
my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a
mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was
a cliff in the air.

Now, when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles
an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin'
a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar.
Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater
on the box side than on the neck side, because there's
more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..

Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff.
I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down
at the same time.

I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some
trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last
trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided
to write one last farewell song to the world.

Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper.
I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle

And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy ...cle."

I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't
have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.

But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I
landed on the top of a police car. And he died. I drove away
on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin'
175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.

I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around
the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned
itself off.

I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin'
pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the
eye and said "Nothin'".

You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just
squashed a cop...


-Arlo Guthrie-

 

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