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 suspect it will mean very little again if I’m still living far out in the country. Or far too much if I’ve moved into town. Conclusion, urban living makes you nervous.

1 comment

    • lyn on 27 April 2016 at 12:36
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    well, what you see ia what you get. I do this blog mostly for fun, and this line of Musings in particular. Hey, who said us oldies can’t have a sense of humour about that.

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