It has been over three decades since I told a neighbor, “I don’t expect to live until I am 40 years old.”
I help take care of a little old lady. She is 88.
“I” am a “little old” man!
I’m not exactly little – standing six feet tall and weighing just under 200 pounds – but you get my drift.
I’m sure anything over 64 is considered old.
With a bunch of health concerns, I have promised myself that four months before I die, I am going to eat whatever and whenever I feel like it.
At age 72, I am going to stop playing basketball and stop going to the gym evey day.
Or maybe I’ll stop at 71.
I feel old.