All people grow old – even you young ones!
Remember going to old people’s houses when you were a kid? They were dark and dreary, smelled musty. There was no reading material for kids. Worst of all, there were no toys to play with.
Lace curtains covered the windows–which were never opened. Something to do with bad air. Hand crocheted lace doilies covered stuffed chair arms and headrests. They always fell down when kids got restless. What good were doilies–anyway? Playing with them always got you in trouble.
Old people liked to sit around and talk. Talked about boring stuff and the good old days. When a dollar bought something, and people knew the value of hard work.
Fidgeting didn’t work. Neither did the sad-eyed, “can we go now, mom?” Too much fidgeting brought the rapier-sharp “death stare” and the excuse, “you didn’t get enough sleep last night.”
Their pets were old–too. Old dogs or cats, half-blind or deaf. They sat…
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