Ray's musings and humor

“The wiser mind mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.” William Wordsworth

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At my age fast is often elusive but that’s not all that bad. There is a lot that I didn’t see and enjoy in years past. It is almost as if I am on a constant sabbatical having plenty of time to observe, study and enjoy my days. I am finding getting old has its benefits if one is willing to appreciate them.

I read an article written by Alexandra Rosas that was posted by AARP the other day. As I read what she wrote I found we have a lot in common. I wish I knew her for I think we would be great friends. Here in part is what she wrote.

Good Things About Getting Older

At just about any age, we make up our minds just how happy we want to be. If we sit down and ponder just what it is we like about the very stage of life we’re in, it’s not very hard to find some jewel moments.

I say, let’s forget the commercials telling us we have to fight getting older. We can like our lives as they are right now. To that end, I decided to sit down and list the things I like about getting older. The following are my top ten things to really like about getting older.

  1. I’ve become less emotional and more thoughtful with my decisions. There’s good reason for this. Our bodies make less adrenaline, testosterone and estrogen as we age and all of this newfound level headedness feels soooo good. I do not miss the drama-queen, gnashing-teeth, decision-making days of my 20s and 30s. Or 40s. Stupid hormones!
  2. I no longer sweat the small stuff. I’ve been around the block not just once, not just twice, but maybe three and a half times. I know by now that a lot of what I worry about just never rears its ugly head. That alone has reduced my anxiety immeasurably. I’ve become the “What? Me Worry?” hippie chick of the ’60s.
  3. I can go shopping for what I need in my favorite store: my basement. I’ve spent a lifetime accumulating this and that, and for whatever occasion that calls for a particular gift, chances are, I have something to throw at it, downstairs.”
  4. I’ve become kinder to myself. This may be my favorite thing of all. I’ve become far less judge-y, more loving, respectful and in awe of all I’ve endured and triumphed over. Yes, this is definitely my favorite thing.
  5. Liking myself. I’ve spent a lot of time developing a personality and I like it. To my absolute surprise and delight, I like me.
  6. I no longer drool over — or covet — fashion must-haves. I’ve seen style trends come and go, and I know by now that this year’s peplum work suit is next year’s closet embarrassment. Now I shop for the classics, spend less money, have fewer things in my closet and yet, miraculously, have more to wear than I’ve ever had before.
  7. I have so many good stories to tell. I’ll never again have to worry that I won’t have anything to say at a party where I don’t know anyone. I’ve never been more interesting than I am today. And I don’t mean that in any type of an arrogant way. It’s just that I have lived.
  8. All my years of living make me sound smart. All of those days of learning, making mistakes and getting back up again and learning some more make me sound like Madame freaking Curie. We all know that it’s just the formula of life, but it’s impossible to have that knowledge until you’ve been through the meat grinder once or twice or a million times.
  9. I no longer need to keep up with the Joneses. At this late date, all of my cards are on the table and the risk of being threatened by what someone has or who they are disappeared years ago. I’m OK with what I can and can’t do, what I have or don’t have.


The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm.

Aldous Huxley


A large two engine train was crossing America. After they had gone some distance one of the engines broke down.”No problem,” the engineer thought, and carried on at half-power.

Further on down the line, the other engine broke down, and the train came to a standstill. The engineer decided he should inform the passengers about why the train had stopped, and made the following announcement:

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that both engines have failed, and we will be stuck here for some time. The good news is that this is a train and not a plane.”


“We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.”

Sam Keen


A prisoner in jail receives a letter from his wife: “I have decided to plant some vegetables in the back garden. When is the best time to plant them?”

The prisoner, knowing that the prison guards read all mail, replied in a letter, “Dear wife, whatever you do, do not touch the back garden. That is where I hid all the money.”

A week or so later, he received another letter from his wife: “You won’t believe what happened, some men came with shovels to the house, and dug up all the back garden.”

The prisoner wrote another letter: “Dear wife, now is the best time to plant the vegetables.”


Being happy doesn’t mean everything’s perfect. It means you’ve decided to see beyond the imperfections.


A friend of mine is responsible for alumni relations at his high-school alma mater.

Last fall, a member of the Class of 1986 returned the standard alumni questionnaire with this response:

Marital Status – Not good

Wife’s Name – Plaintiff


“Sometimes the fool who rushes in gets the job done.” Al Bernstein


Stan was having problems in English class, so his teacher decided to stop by on her way home to speak with his parents. When she rang the bell, Stan answered.

“I’d like to talk to your mother or father,” she said.

“Sorry, but they ain’t here.”

“Stan!” she said, “what is it with your grammar?”

“Beats me,” he replied, “but dad sure was mad that they had t’go bail her out again!”


“In order for you to profit from your mistakes, you have to get out and make some.”


Hank was not too bright. Everyday when he walked home from work, he would get stopped by three nasty men and they would beat him up and steal his money. Finally, Hank decided that it would serve his best interest to walk a different route and then take up some self-defense classes so this wouldn’t happen again. He joined a karate class and soon was doing very well to defend himself.

So, one day, on the way home from work Hank took his old route home and sure enough there they were. He walked up to them and the battle ensued. The next afternoon Hank went to his karate class with a black eye, a broken nose and a busted lip. His instructor, shocked, asked him what happened.

“Well,” explained Hank, “I took my old way home last night so I could beat these guys up who were stealing my money, but they beat me up before I could get my shoes and socks off!”


Let us never know what old age is. Let us know the happiness time brings, not count the years.



Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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