Noises in the Night

I’m usually an early riser anyway… and this morning was no exception. I usually try to be quiet so as not to wake Shelly… but you know… I’m a guy, and my version of being quiet is something less than perfect… and becomes more imperfect with each passing year. Six forty five this morning and it was still dark with a dead silence. Which is to say is the expected norm when you live around older retired folks, but I guess I do need to be a bit more careful using the word “dead” even when describing the nature of the silence around here. Maybe quiet as a cemetery… well… that really doesn’t work too well either. Lets just say it was very quiet and leave it at that. Except for the thumping. Very lightly at first… thump… thump…thump… than silence ( see I didn’t use the word “dead” )… than again lightly… thump, thump, thump. A quick glance out the window… but I saw nothing. Back to the computer… than a few moments later… thump, thump, thump… another look out the window… still nothing… than I hit the light switch… and what to my wondering eyes did appear ( starting to sound familiar )… a six foot tall Rabbit with a long grey beard. He was thumping along and carrying an Easter basket filled with goodies I suspect. As he came closer I could begin to see into the basket. I had visions of Chocolate, jelly beans, and those marshmallow chicks that I like so well. Much to my surprise I didn’t see any treats… no chocolate, no jelly beans, no tasty marshmallow chicks… just an assortment of pills, vitamins, skin creams, elbow braces, knee braces, and other assorted stuff like ben gay, Metamucil, fake salt, fake sugar, and lots of boxes of dried prunes. Not quite the Easter surprise I expected. But than I thought where I was… no kids here… and no one here needed any of those sweet treats anyway. What was I doing here… and than it hit me… oh…no… I’m old! I just crossed the line from Easter Sweet Treats to the Geriatric Easter Basket Crowd… hence the Rabbits long gray beard.

Than a moment of clarity… I must be Dreaming…. a quick look in the mirror… I wasn’t dreaming. All I can do now is use the knee brace, eat the prunes, and hope I don’t need the other stuff too soon, or too often.

Sure, there’s a moral to this story… don’t get too old… or at least not to quickly. You are only as old as you feel… only as old as you act… ( just stay away from those mirrors )… and spread those youthful feelings around… like laughter… it’s contagious.

Y’all have a Happy Easter and enjoy those Sweet Treats… I’ll have one of those Yellow Chicks Please!

Going to Red Lobster Today with my Sweetie, than a little visit to Epcot just to soak up the Beautiful weather, the Spring Flowers and the atmosphere.