I guess I’ll find out. Yes, I hit another life milestone last Friday (August 30). I turned 65.
I never have been big into celebrating my birthdays, and the same was true this year. Actually I left town Friday for a weekend in Galveston, – not for a birthday celebration but for a weekend of rest away from the office.
The out of town “escape” did not, unfortunately, slow down the happy birthday parade of calls, texts and emails that followed the obligatory office “birthday party” a day early (Thursday). And yes, the mailman did bring the usual assortment of birthday cards from business associates, – but no checks.
My well wishers were at least very kind, – no one reminded me that I had now officially become a senior citizen, whatever that means in today’s world. Actually I had somehow qualified for this status before August 30. Several discounts have been offered to me at Mickey Dees, movie theaters and a local gas station. Guess it was the great head of white hair, my stately gentleman appearance, or maybe just random selection.
I must admit I was surprised to learn earlier in August that I already had Medicare insurance coverage, – without even applying for it. This “good news” was offset by learning that I could not draw my full social security until 65 years and 10 months. Not that I am thinking about starting Uncle Sugar checks (I mean automatic bank deposits), for a while.
Thankfully, I feel no different, age-wise, from the weeks preceding my 65th. I wish I could say that I had suddenly and magically become better looking, more patient, more physically fit, smarter, more kind and considerate, wiser, more polished, etc., – but in all honesty, I can’t. Damn, where is that genie in a bottle when I really need her?
It has occurred to me that in some occasions it may be advantageous to play the senior citizen role, – like while waiting in line for popcorn at the movies, or asking a service station person to pump my gas, and maybe suggesting to the grocery store bag boy that he come to my house and put up groceries. I could try to use my age as an excuse with my cycling buddies to slow down the pace line, but unfortunately there are many older cyclists who regularly drop me like a rock.
I do know that the CLE (Continuing Legal Education) requirements of the Louisiana State Bar no longer apply now that I am 65. Thus I am not required to go to legal education seminars, – that’s small solace since I enjoy learning and plan on continuing to attend as long as I practice. So that “benefit” is not important to me.
That being said, I’m 65, – just don’t mention it to me.