YET TOO OFTEN I DO

Act my age, that is.

First, I'm an early riser. Most old folks are. Not all. Not those that party hearty into the night. But that hasn't been me since college.

I'm also an early go-to-bed-er. If I see 10 o'clock, it's not a normal night for me. I can handle 10:30 if there's a good reason. I see no good reason to stay up until 11:00 PM. I'm kinda like that guy who didn't know there was an 11:00 PM. He was only familiar with the AM counterpart.

I'm also reluctant to change. FaceBook has a new profile that most have adopted by now. Not me. I liked the old one and saw no reason for change. So they're going to force it on me. Stores do that, too. Just when I know where everything in the grocery is located, they change the shelves and I leave there with only three-quarters of the stuff I wanted. Our tv, too. Something called Activ Digital has screwed up my tv which requires a bunch of re-boots now. I don't like boots or re-boots. See what I mean.

I like the old clothing styles, hair styles, music, The old time ballplayers and actors. Even that old time religion. We have three services at our church: one at 8:00 AM, one at 9:30, and one at 11:15 on Sunday mornings. You can guess which one we attend. Our music is more traditional, even a little organ the last two Sundays; the middle a blend of traditional and praise songs; and the late one modern Christian music.

So as I fight my getting older philosophically, in actuality, I think I'm there already. I don't even mind moving up a set of tees on the old tee box at the golf course.