manlycornhusk's blog post - Holiday conveniences

Tucked away in my fridge is a bottle of spiked eggnog, snicker. Pre-spiked at that. They added bourbon, rum and congac and sold it to me for a mere $5.99. Imagine that.

What I'm wondering is at what age do you start appreciating these little conveniences? I can remember not too long ago declaring proudly, "I can do it myself", knowing that only I could correct the situation to my satisfaction. Somehow, I've slipped into an easy "hey, it's already done for me" mode and I don't recall getting here. Ok, let's face it...I didn't really always know how to do it the right or best way but I lived with my mistakes in proud ignorance. He-man, grunt...me do that! Today, shortcuts aren't the occasional forey...they're the norm. Time seems tighter and my feet get tired quicker. I'm all for holiday conveniences.

I go to a grocery store where they still deliver your bags to you vehicle. I like the buffet because you don't have to order a specific entree and eat it even if it's not what you really wanted. I revel in online shopping and delivery to your doorstep. I have a phone that does everything but the dishes. I have a jacket that's reversable so it can be clean on one side always. I like couches that have built in cup holders and side-tables. Physical shopping has become a breeze with the advent of big box stores selling everything from frozen corn to spare tires. Most of all, I like that fact that my head doesn't need a pillow to fall asleep on...I seem to have adapted to any semi-flat surface or even the prone position to catch a few z's.

If this what it means to be old? An old hippy, at that. In my 20s, I would be stomping the floor and shaking my fist at the lax attitude of America today. Today, there's a nice soft carpet on the floor and my hands mostly just press buttons or scratch my belly.

I have to think about this for a while. Maybe go back to single ply toilet paper or actually dice up vegetables for stirfry. Baby steps...remember that..baby steps.

Ok, fine, baby steps because it's icy outside and I don't want to end up on my fanny...sheesh.

Peace and Love and Geritol....

Doug