Getting Old(er)

Am I getting old?

The gray hairs are becoming more than “highlights”.

I play over-35 soccer (and my body hurts after every game).  My warm up includes running and stretching, and liberal doses of heat rub and anti-inflammatory cream.

Any attempt to watch TV after 10:00 pm requires me to fall asleep during the show.

Fast food meals make me feel gross for a day afterwards.

I know the words to every song on the classic rock radio station.  Every song.

I paid someone younger than me to rip out the remaining juniper bushes after I filled a whole truck load by myself.

So, am I getting old.  Not really, maybe just a little older.  Still, there are more things that I “get” everyday that no one younger than me seems to understand what I am talking about.

How about:

• That special relationship between a cassette disk and a pen?
•  Those days when lunches were sent to school before plastic sandwich bags were invented?
• BTW, my mom used to wrap them up in wax paper.  I realized how "old school" this was when my son needed a “pioneer”-style lunch for grade 3 Pioneer Day last week (he watched me wrap his sandwich in butcher paper with the same look of awe that Charlie had in his eye when he unwrapped the golden ticket). 
• Rubbing baby oil all over to get a tan?  An on-purpose tan?
• Forget about trying to explain film cameras, how about plastic film canisters?    They used to be everywhere.
• How slow a rotary dial phone was?  We didn’t mind, because in my small home town we only needed to dial the last 5 digits.

So, am I getting old(er)?  Not really;  I know three people reading this who are saying, “Oh ya, well I remember when...”