Yes, he's getting older, losing his hair. But it's not many years from now – it was yesterday.
Which, coincidentally, is another Beatles tune. But I digress.
As many of you know (and if you don't, keep it to yourself, please), the Beatles released a song called When I'm 64. Paul McCartney wrote the song in 1966 for his father, who turned 64 that year. Which means that Paul penned the tune when he was 24. Holy moley!
Anyhow, now that Mr. has reached this auspicious age, I decided it might be a good time to do an assessment of where he is at 64. Here we go...
√ Getting older (and creakier).
√ Losing hair – in spite of reports to the contrary, I'm not to blame.
√ Assuming chocolate counts as a Valentine
√ Birthday greetings, bottle of Maalox may be more like it.
√ Even if he were out that late, he has a key.
√ Still need, still feed (3x a day).
√ I'm getting older, too, but he'll always be just that much older than me.
√ I said the word(s) "I do" almost 35 years ago, and he's still here.
√ He's always "handy." Enough said about that.
X I don't knit, and no one would want that sweater from me if I did.
√ Sunday mornings I go for a ride. To have breakfast with Joe. Does that count?
X I have an aversion to yard work.
√ I could, and often do, ask for more.
X Not unless "a cottage on the Isle of Wight" is code for the Casa de Ginley.
√ We've mastered the "scrimp" part, but the save – not so much.
X Not rushing the kids – or expecting them to name their offspring Vera, Chuck and Dave.
X No need for a postcard or phone call. He's in the next room. All. the. time.
√ His forevermore, etc.
Well, that's a wrap. Next stop, 65 – Medicare and free beverages at Taco Bell.
P.S. For anyone who needs a refresher on the original lyrics, you'll find them here.
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