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You know you’re old when…

  • You know you’re old when they tell you that they can’t fit all the candles on your birthday cake, and so only use one.
  • You know you’re old when you don’t have enough wherewithal to blow out that one candle.
    • But this time it worked out. It’s a custom to make a wish (or a prayer) which is then supposed to come true or be answered if you’re successful in blowing out the candle(s). I prayed for the salvation of all the souls in the parish. I was unsuccessful in blowing out the candle. I was told to try again. So I said I’m going to have to think of something else. Everyone laughed. My prayer this time was for the salvation of all the souls in the parish with all extended families. I was successful. I hope that is answered well at the Judgment. :-)
  • You know you’re old when… you’re the oldest person in the church at Holy Mass and in the social hall afterward.
  • You know you’re old when… you can remember a birthday party a long time ago like it just happened…

Dad’s quite happy here, just getting the picture. My sisters were battling, however, about the background, with what picture on the wall was to behind us. But mom won the day. We moved seats, twice, ending up below some artwork depicting Jesus’ good mom, the Immaculate Conception.

  • Anyway, you know you’re old when you forget it was you’re birthday and all of a sudden people start singing Happy Birthday and they’re all looking at you, and only then you figure it out.
  • You know you’re old when you know more history than anyone else only because you lived through most of it yourself. And you know you’re old when you have to depend on other jokes about, “You know you’re old when…”
  • You know you’re old when lots of friends and family have preceded you to the next life.
  • You know you’re old when you think you’ve got it all figured out, then Jesus tells you that you don’t, not yet, and you actually listen to Jesus and take in that reprimand.
  • You know you’re old when you start praying like never before, like there’s no tomorrow, because now you’re convinced that you’re not immortal in this world, and you’re not depressed about this, but are filled with hope of the life to come, knowing that we can already begin to love the One in Whom we hope, for as Saint Paul says, grace, sanctifying grace, the indwelling of the Most Holy Trinity, turns to glory in heaven, a bond between this world and the next that is stronger than death, incomparably stronger, unbreakable on the Lord’s part.
  • You know you’re getting old when you start to say, “I don’t know why the good Lord still has me here in this world. I so long to be with Him in heaven.” I know an older gentleman who got a visit from a nurse from an insurance company, who asked him a lot of questions, one of which was, “How are you?” He responded, “Well, I’d rather be in heaven.” She said that she was going to write down that he was depressed, and he immediately said, “No! I’m not depressed! I love the good Lord and just want to praise Him in heaven! Wouldn’t that be wonderful?!” She said, “I’m writing down that you’re depressed.” Absolutely proving that he wasn’t depressed, that fellow speaks of the good Lord to whomsoever in the good hope that he will get them interested in praising the Lord and looking forward to going to heaven as well.
  • You know you’re old when your aches and pains are so numerous that your grade school maths would be inadequate to render an accounting.
  • You know you’re old when you know all the versions of the Happy Birthday song, such as “May you live ’til you die. May you live ’til you die. May you live ’til you die-e. May you will ’til you die.” …
  • And you know you’re old when ______________. (I’m sure you can fill in the blank…)

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Birthday on a Lenten Sunday

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If you count from Ash Wednesday to the Sacred Triduum and subtract the Sundays in between you come up with the 40 days of Lent. Lucky that my birthday was on a Sunday this year. At least the cross has a purple stole. I like the spelling out of Father.

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My birthday today: I’m so old! The angels are amazed!

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365 days ago I was just past my 54th year. Now I’m 366 days [leap year] away from beginning my first day into my 58th year. It being that today is my birthday completing 56 years after birth.

just me 02When I say that I’m really old, my parishioners who really are old get upset with me, telling me just to wait until I really am old, and then I’ll know the truth of it. But I don’t think they realize the insane nonsense I put my body through with extreme sports, as least the kind I could imagine back in the 1960s. So, I feel older than I am, I think. Rough life at times.

just me 03My mom said I was the quietest kid ever. Never a peep, she said. I pressed her on this, and she insisted. I never cried for food as a baby, nothing, just a quiet kid. They’re the biggest troublemakers, though. ;-) I got into a terrible amount of trouble, some of which I didn’t figure out until it was too late. My first escapades with the mafia were just as a kid. I’ve touched on some of that before. I’m thinking I should put it all up again. A bit of a fright. A taste of things to come.

just me 04Meanwhile, extreme sports continued into teenage years. I didn’t know it at the time, but I kind of suspected that I was totally destroying my knees. That was the case. I know it now. But I was really happy at the time. Perhaps too happy go lucky for my own good. If it was crazy, I figured I could do it no problem. That attitude has followed me throughout my life.

birthday cakeI just received two really obnoxious e-cards from two prisoners entitled hoops and yoyo. They are from Father Gordon J MacRae and Pornchai Maximilian Moontri. Very nice. A great birthday present!

Mass and Communion Calls totaled seven hours today. At one of the Communion Calls I received this wonderful home-made birthday cake. Tasty, I must say. Thank you!

Here’s some of the snowy scenery I saw today on Communion Calls:

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This next picture encapsulates one of the most visited places in these USA, the Nantahala Gorge, famous for world championship kayaking competitions. It’s half as much more deep than can be seen here. Just to let you know how much of an idiot I am, the thought that comes into my head is to take a pair of downhill skies and climb to the top of the far ridge and explode off the top and down through the rocks and cliffs and trees at breakneck speed. But actually, I wouldn’t do it, seeing that there’s not enough snow in Western North Carolina. My fall back as a kid in such circumstances was an extreme sport I invented myself, not to be replicated at home[!]….

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It amounts to pretending I have downhill skies strapped to my feet, and then hopping down a super steep mountainside, both feet together, as if tied together, with each bound being as much as twenty or more feet because of the steepness. This is really hard on the knees, especially if there’s a lot of distance to cover. But it’s an incredibly quick way down a mountain. Tightly tied on ankle top tennis shoes and thick tied-on gloves are the way to go. The occasional hidden cliff can be heart-stopping. You have to “see” such things in advance, judging the tree top canopy variance. I really am way too old for that kind of thing now.

I think that it is in doing such things that I began to get to know my guardian angel rather well. I guess I’ve taken advantage of him like this throughout my life, until today. Perhaps that’s a sin. He’s very patient with me. I’ve really pushed him, more recently, with exploits with chainsaws and jeeps. Perhaps I’ll tell some of those stories another day. I’m amazed that he’s gotten me through another year. I shouldn’t be. He’s an angel, right? But he might also be amazed that he’s gotten me through another year! Thanks guardian angel!

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