The Dog's Name

Translated by
Dr. Henry "Indiana" Jones, Jnr
Monday, July 17, 2006

Some days you're the statue and other days you're the pigeon.

Which is a fancy way of saying that after my slow hobble to the shower this AM, I couldn't help but wonder if I am just getting old? ~grin~

I always liked the adage “you’re only as old as the woman you’re feeling”, which means at various times in my life I’ve either been 17 years older or 11 years younger…mmmm, maybe there is a serious lesson there that I am missing...

But what is old? And am I it?

On cold mornings, the slow rise from sleep and the ensuing hobble to the bathroom as my damaged ankle pumps blood back into it’s self and slowly warms to a level of mobility has to be the surest sign that while I don’t think I am old I carry some scars of youth.

I no longer actively like traveling in squalor, I still love backpacking but can afford to double the budget and therefore triple the comfort level I expect, plus I have enough of a credit rating that “comfort stops” at 5 star hotels have become de rigueur.

I understand what a stock portfolio is; I understand about financial plans and even have one of both.

I have achieved enough kudos to know that I am very good at what I do, that professionally my security and growth is assured as I utilize my talents for the good of myself and the company I work for. I am comfortable enough with my professional skills that I know I can go anywhere and be successful.

I recognize that 12 year old pure malt whisky is not a luxury it is a necessity. And that a Martini must be made with Bombay Sapphire, anything else is tantamount to sacrilege. I drink red wine because I like the taste, and imported beers for the very same reason.

I don’t necessarily like the fact that I am single, but am actually at peace with it enough that I am not interested in sacrificing my desires for the sake of a girlfriend.

I am aware of the age milestone looming, for this number represents the half-way mark of my average life expectancy, from that day on I will be moving downhill, bits will slowly fail, my mind will slow and I will be living with my own mortality…not that I really dwell on it too much. ~lol~

Oh yeah…and I like cleavage. No seriously, I really like it.

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Wisdom, Feeling Old

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00

22 Comments:

Sass said...: Happy birthday -; 03:48
Nick said...: Not old, my friend, you are mature. With maturity comes wisdom. With wisdom comes appreciation of the finer things in life.; 04:32
Spill The Beans said...: Happy birthday. Now I'm wondering if you are older than me or not. What is the average male life expectancy in the U.S.? 90+?

Turning 40 this year was strange. I don't feel old. I don't really look old (though I have added a few wrinkles here and there).

But it's a number that sounds old, especially to younger people.

And, that's kind of weird, because inside, I don't feel a day over 25.; 05:04
Indiana said...: Sass: It's not my birhday, I'm just aware that a milestone is looming...still more than a few months off yet.

Nick: It's all about the finer things.

Trouble: As I said to Sass, it's not my birthday, I just can see the milestone looming...which is when you realise that you thought your life would be somewhere different by this point.; 05:29
lucy said...: Ah ha! You totally gave it up finally, it took you long enough though :); 06:16
Cinnamon said...: I don't know if you're "old" Indy, but when you say, "Oh yeah…and I like cleavage. No seriously, I really like it." ... at least proves you're not dead yet. :); 06:33
Mel said...: How old you feel isn't the same as the age you are - some of us are weary of things in our lives that cause us to feel older than we are, we equate experience with age and when we have experienced a great big thing we feel aged for it. You will recapture you youth when you take flight on something joyous again, Indy, you will. Your soul seems heavy right now, and this is probably causing you to feel old - don't worry, that can all be blown away like cotton puffs at the sight of ... cleavage? :); 06:48
Indiana said...: Lucy: I didn't really give it up...there is still a little guess work involved. ~grin~

Cinn: My grandfather was sick and dying in a home and he still managed to perve at all the nurses...so given that I still enjoy...erm...perving (it's not really leering ~grin~) I must still be alive.

Mel: Ahh there is nothing like the flirtatious attention of a woman to make even the most wearied man dance with youth and vigor. Or at the very least make one feel slightly spry.; 07:28
Scorpy said...: No comment...LOL...now where is my walking stick and seeing eye dog?; 07:33
expat@large said...: Keep on cataloguing the decrepitude, dude. You're making me feel younger and younger!; 14:51
Imelda said...: At least you can console yourself with the knowledge that you will always be a year younger than this old duck.; 19:28
Indiana said...: Scorpy: Probably right where you left them and not locked in the bedroom with you ~grin~

E@L: Anything to help you feel better.

Imelda: LOL I at least have that.; 22:15
ChickyBabe said...: There's a difference between age, maturity and having finer tastes in life. Liking 12 year old pure malt whiskey and cleavage is not a barometer; it's how you feel (and think) inside.; 08:40
Spill The Beans said...: Indy writes: which is when you realise that you thought your life would be somewhere different by this point.

Well, that is the quandary of growing older, the difference between your life as you imagined it, and your life as it actually is.

I never imagined I'd be a divorced single mom with two kids, starting over at age 40.

But on the other hand, I have never liked my life more.

So do you like your life? If so, the rest doesn't matter.

And if you don't like your life, what parts of it would you change? Because you can, you know.

It's never too late to change.; 22:10
Indiana said...: Chicky: Well pure malt and cleavage in the same package would be just what the doctor ordered. ~grin~

Trouble: I like my life, and I would say generally I am happy where I am, and even when I am. But at the same time I do find that some days being alone and being lonely become the same thing...which is to say I have to admit that the finding of someone the getting ot know them and the comfort in life that comes from realising another person really likes you is something I thought would be more settled.; 22:25
~ good girl ~ said...: Indy,

I like cleavage too. I've spent my post-pubescent years looking for mine. But damn, do I like cleavage.

I like this post. Truly. Maybe it's that quarter life crisis they keep yelping about. I look at my life and I'm not even sure where it's at, let alone where it's going. This is what taking a hiatus does to you. It doesn't immediately give you answers, just leaves you a wee bit more confused than ever. Reading your post, I'm back to that joy vs responsibility conundrum I keep finding mysef in.

Don't say it. I know both can be had at the same time. I'm just taking my time to grow up :-)

GG; 05:55
Indiana said...: GG: I have a friend who refuses to look back to the past, believing what has happened has happened and you need to look forward...yet i tend to sometimes look back and examine the past so i don't make the same mistakes tomorrow...but I do tend to think the happier you are with who you are and what you are doing the easier it is to be open to opportunities and open to risking some hurt for the right person.

And I do think you can have joy tempered by responsibility or rather you can be responsible and still have room for joy.

Failing that alcohol and hot sex helps ~grin~; 05:59
~ good girl ~ said...: I am always open to adventures and I've rarely been afraid of hurt. On most levels, I like my life and on every level, I'm enamoured of myself (said straightfaced and quite seriously). Still, I like my alcohol and hot sex, whatever the situation.

Ain't that just the life? *grin*

Say, you must have lived in SG to know E. Hill and BQ. We cld have met before, for all we know.

I hope I was sober.

GG; 06:05
Indiana said...: "whatever the situation" ~grin~ well it really does depend on the situation.

I still live in sg, am just away for the summer.; 00:52
~ good girl ~ said...: ooooh! How tiny the world gets, wouldn't you say? ;-) Well, if you ever bump into me and I'm making a fool of myself, just slap me on the back of my giddy head xo; 04:24
Indiana said...: GG: I wouldn't recognise you even if you bumped into me...even literally. And it would probably be me making a fool of myself...it is something I seem to excel at.; 04:31
~ good girl ~ said...: And it would probably be me making a fool of myself

I wouldn't put too much money on that. You haven't seen me goof.

So, that's why your comment clock reflects SG time. I suppose at some point, we'd be blogging at precisely the exact moment. Cheap thrills. They always amuse me.

GG x; 04:53