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Something to say

I find it quite difficult to write or blog with any consistency. So when the WordPress AI prompted me to be reminded once a week I checked “ok.” And today is one week since my last post. I have no idea what I’ll write about until I start writing. Ideas pop into my head periodically throughout the day, maybe they’re reminders that I should stop whatever it is I’m doing and write.

Lately it’s been mortality. I’m guessing that’s just what happens when you arrive at a certain point in time, somewhere around age 65 or so. I suspect it’s all part of this thing called “the aging process.” Most of us can’t know when the process will reach its end, only when it begins – at birth. I guess I understand the process for the most part, it’s actually pretty simple: the process of living. It’s the end of my aging process that is very mysterious. A mystery that cannot be known until my process is over, or starts again.

The Aging Process

There comes a time…

Oh, this old world / keeps spinning round / It’s a wonder tall trees / ain’t layin’ down / There comes a time.                            – Neil Young

There comes a time when things just get old. And this means relatively new things just get old. Technology never gets old though, just the stuff made from it, like my 2003 Dell desktop computer.

Model year 2003 old Dell desktop computer

There’s a funny saying going around, used mostly by old folks like me, that “youth is wasted on the young.” Right now, my old Dell desktop is being diagnosed to see if it can get any of its youth back. Some of you might think I’m fixated on the aging process because I’ve mentioned it a time or two here. I wouldn’t call it a fixation, but doesn’t 54 years sound like a long time ago? I spoke to one techie who told me that, yes, my 2003 Dell desktop was considered old in today’s high tech world. Was high tech low tech in 2003? Will high tech be low tech again in 2017? Undoubtedly.

And so as Mr. Young put it, “this old world keeps spinning round.” And it’s no wonder that old men (and their old computers) keep falling down.