I have finally reached the age where the Good Old Days are literally true.
I have good days and bad days. On a good day, my good leg, my good hip, my good knee and my good eye; get together with my good ear, good foot, and good arm, to give me a good day.
On a bad day, well all the good things seem to fade into the background. All I want to do on those kinds of days is think about the Good old days. Days when I didn’t have a good arm, good leg, good eye, good ear, good hip, or good knee…why? Because back in the good old days everything was good.
I had a good memory, now I have a great memory. Because I can remember things that never happened. I am a much better athlete, student, and partner than I was back in the good old days when I wasn’t such a good athlete, student, or partner. Time has improved my memory of my self like wine does when it ages enough.
I had good times I can’t remember and bad times I can’t forget. I know what is good for me, but I still eat what is bad for me. What good is that?
I wasn’t as good as I could have been, but I was better than I thought I would be. And isn’t that good? Good for nothing friends, can be good for something now, like driving at night, or having a second bathroom. When I say “Good night” now, it isn’t a good bye…it is a wish for a good night’s sleep. One where you don’t have to pee five times, get cramps, or find yourself discovering your own sleep apnea.
Old people wish a “Good Night” like young people wish you good luck on a date. And isn’t that strange that when you went on a good date- you were hoping for something wrong. But if the date itself goes wrong, you are gone for good.
I don’t get off on the wrong foot much anymore, but I can get off on the good foot. My good eye is on the right side, my good ear on the left side, so I tilt my head on a funny angle to be able to see you and hear you. People ask if I am okay, do I have a crick in my neck, or some disease. No. I am just trying to be a good listener.
A good story nowadays, might have been a bad story when it happened. As long as you survived and lived to tell the tale, well, it is a good story. A good time might have met the same fate. For many of the good times we can’t really remember, we were having to much fun to think about it. Bad times, we think about those often. I will give you a good example:
In five seconds name as many good people in your life as you can. Ready…Go! How many did you get?
Now think about the bad people in your life. You can stop right there, because a name already (or if you are unlucky - more than one) already came to you. If you don’t love them good people are a blur. Good for nothing people in your life, well they come into focus good.
There isn’t a lot of Good left in life when you are old, but funnily enough, they are the best years of your life. Why?