Older Salts

 

Earlier this year I turned 70. 

No big deal, but I do notice things like outfitting the boat and raising the sail now take more out of me than they used to. And the handwriting is on the seawall: not yet, not next season, but soon enough it will be time to do more armchair boating than the real thing. That’s life.


In this philosophical frame of mind I thought I would share a few original observations about life and aging. But since I have increasingly few original thoughts (and as Oscar Wilde said, “I’m not young enough to know everything!”) I decided to pass along some observations I cobbled together from those made by others. 

It’s been observed that a man's life is 20 years of having his mother ask him where he is going, 40 years of having his wife ask the same question and, at the end, perhaps having the mourners wondering too.

I have reached the age where I might be forgiven a little preoccupation about immortality. For my part, I agree with Woody Allen who has stated he doesn’t want to achieve immortality through his work; he wants to achieve immortality through not dying.

A fellow who almost did that, George Burns, said "You can't stop getting older, but you don't have to get old."  But even he observed that you know you're getting older when you bend over to tie your shoes and wonder what else you can do as long as you're down there.

And like Winston Churchill, who apparently told the French people – in his inimitable French:  “Quand je regarde mon derrière, je vois deux parties” – I see two parts of the past.  On the one hand, my youth, where, as Mark Twain suggests, capacity for pleasure is boundless but opportunity limited; on the other, old(er) age, where opportunity is on every hand, but capacity is sorely diminished.

I guess that brings me back to raising the sail.

Oh well.  As long as I can get it up, I’ll be sailing next year.




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