Category: This occurred to me

My Musings on Old Age 18

“Do you miss men now you’re getting older?” I was asked recently. “Not often” I replied. “I’m still quite a good shot.”

My Musings on Old Age 17

In the 1960s I heard a story about a young king of ancient days. He wanted to learn wisdom but found that this came in brief items in all manner of books, and wise saying from all sorts of places. So he gathered a team of learned men, and told them that he wanted all …

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My Musings on Old Age 16

I’m definitely old – not so my imagination which goes out more often and to far stranger places than I do. However as I mention to editors now and again, I decline to be blamed for some of the themes it creates. It lives its life, I live mine, and sometimes all I do is …

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My Musings on Old Age 15

I’ve learned that violence sometimes is the answer. When reason and logic fail. Then you reach for the hammer.

My Musings On Old Age 14

Old age is a disease cured by death. Youth is a disease cured by old age. Neither youth nor age appreciate the cure.

My Musings on Old Age 13

When I was 20 ‘security’ meant very little to me When I was 40, it meant walking home after dark with a friend. When I was sixty it meant living next door to a pitbull that loves me, and would arrive in one flying leap if I screamed. If I make it to 80, I …

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My Musings on Old Age 12

years ago I was told that the good part of ageing was that temptation quits showing up on the doorstep. So does that nean I haven’t gotten old yet, because I’m still getting that knock at the door. (It’s just from different temptations, that’s all.)

My Musings On Old Age 11

When I was five and we stayed in the bach my stepfather owned on Waiheke island, the milk came in a billy can that we put out, it was filled by a man who arrived with a horse (Polly) and a cart containing several churns filled with milk or cream. Now I live in a …

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My Musings on Old Age 10

When I started school at four, I used a pen dipped in ink in an ink well. Who’d have ever foreseen that one day I’d write books on a computer? When I was four an icecream cost a penny. Now it’s about $4, on the other hand I can buy one with a LOT more …

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My Musings On Old Age 9

the world is getting sillier by the minute, and an American friend recently said to me that she thinks her country is sillier than most. I might have disagreed – until I came across this one recently read on Snopes – a 6 year old boy was suspended from his school for three days for …

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