Sham

Yesterday, at the gym in town, I happened to observe the "Silver Sneakers" class in session. That's what the sole senior citizen aerobics class is called. If you haven't observed such a class, I urge you to do so immediately. Even at the slow pace, the senior citizens could barely keep up. Coordination was also a big problem.

Typical Coordinated Hottie

In our younger years, we tend to gloss over the problems with growing old. Our understanding of geriatrics does not expand until we are well into geriatric decrepitude. Thus, many of us are inclined to make ludicrous statements such as, "I will probably have to continue working into my eighties."

Typical Twenties Hottie

I have met a few people in their late fifties and early sixties. What boggles the mind is that I assumed they were much older than I am. In other words, they were really out of shape. Unfortunately, that's the "norm." Or, should I say, the human body begins degenerating at age 50 years as a normal process. Of course, crappy food doesn't help matters.

Silence, Little Lamb!

Although I have succeeded in staving off the natural effects of old age, the effort was not easy. And, it's just a matter of time before my efforts will be futile. All that to say ... I'm not certain that I will be able to tolerate geriatric decrepitude.

Typical Tolerant Hottie

Let's face it, anything can happen at any time ... heart attack, stroke, aneurysm, cancer. The risk is greater as we grow older. Maladies increase, too. So, planning for the "Golden Years" is a sham. Frankly, most senior citizens are probably better off being euthanized. As such, my concern for myself is diminishing. My decaying cadaver will probably be discovered in a homeless motorhome (read: beat-up minivan) sometime in the near future. Who would even care?

Typical Summer Hotties

On a happier note, let us return to the hotties of Summer now, shall we? Oh, the hotties of Summer! Young, gorgeous, voluptuous, willful, tantalizing, but wily in their ways. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!