{"id":30396,"date":"2025-06-19T09:25:51","date_gmt":"2025-06-19T13:25:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/?p=30396"},"modified":"2025-06-19T09:25:51","modified_gmt":"2025-06-19T13:25:51","slug":"im-not-afraid-of-bonnie-anymore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/im-not-afraid-of-bonnie-anymore\/","title":{"rendered":"I\u2019m Not Afraid of Bonnie Anymore!"},"content":{"rendered":"

I\u2019m Not Afraid of Bonnie Anymore!<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Getting old isn\u2019t much fun, no matter what you hear from those who claim they\u2019re happier being old than they were when they were young. That\u2019s just pure nonsense \u2013 or they had a very awful childhood. But anyway, growing old has this way of creeping up on you so that sometimes you forget how old you are. But for me, there\u2019s a simple test: I just walk down the street and see how many people under 30 even notice I\u2019m walking by them. <\/span><\/p>\n

None. <\/span><\/p>\n

That\u2019s how many notice me.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s kind of like being the invisible man.<\/span><\/p>\n

When I was young, I spent a lot of time chasing girls and carousing around, which, sadly, turned out to be a huge waste of time. But back then, I didn\u2019t realize how little time I had to waste. When I was 20, I figured I was good for another 50 years at least \u2013 50 years seemed like such a long, long time. An eternity to a 20-year-old. Plenty of time to waste and still have plenty of time left to do meaningful stuff!<\/span><\/p>\n

Well, those 50 years have come and gone. and then some. It seems like yesterday I was licking the same ice cream cone at the same time as Bonnie. Bonnie was a girl that my buddies hooked me up with when I was 15 and deathly afraid of girls. You see, Bonnie had red hair and she’d been around the block a few times. I hadn\u2019t even gotten out of my driveway.<\/span><\/p>\n

She scared me to death.<\/span><\/p>\n

So now I\u2019m old, my youth withered up and cracked like a dry lake bed\u2026 but I still can get into this being old stuff. My brain\u2019s still 18. It\u2019s like sitting in a house watching a great movie on TV while the house burns down around me. Everything is falling apart, and I still can\u2019t get it into my head I\u2019m an old coot \u2013 and that\u2019s that.<\/span><\/p>\n

When I was young, it took a lot to please me. I was not easily amused. I was always looking for something (usually girls \u2013 after Bonnie lit the fire). I needed thrills like skydiving or driving too fast or drinking too much \u2013 stuff like that. But now I\u2019m just an old decrepit shell of my former self\u2026but that has its advantages.<\/span><\/p>\n

For instance, unlike during the vigor of my youth, my pleasures these days are small and easily obtained. I quit smoking. Darn near quit drinking, work hard \u2026but don\u2019t play hard. If I had seen this coming when I was 20, it would have ruined my youth \u2013 no one 20 can imagine getting old. It\u2019s like trying to imagine what it would be like to be a chimpanzee running around on Mars.<\/span><\/p>\n

Last night I needed some groceries. So I went to Walmart. I know it\u2019s sad, but we have only 3 grocery stores in my town, not counting Big Lots and Ollie\u2019s Bargain Barn or Rural King. The other two real grocery stores have stodgy clientele who are willing to pay outrageous prices so they can brag they don\u2019t shop at Walmart. But I don\u2019t like to waste money, because\u00a0 I don\u2019t have much to waste, and when I do have a few extra bucks, I\u2019m going to spend them on something good, like a spaghetti squash.<\/span><\/p>\n

Walking around Walmart last night, I realized that Walmart is a place where I feel comfortable. I can walk in there wearing my old sweat pants and t-shirt with my belly hanging out and no one notices, because no one cares. I can make funny noises, talk to myself, vent gas, and do all manner of things I would never do anywhere else \u2013 and still feel right at home.<\/span><\/p>\n

Everyone at Walmart seems to be in the same boat. They would rather be at one of the other two grocery stores (but not Big Lots, Rural King, or Ollie\u2019s Bargain Barn), but I froth at the idea of spending $9.49 for a jar of Kraft Miracle Whip that Walmart sells for $4.29. So there they are, creeping around with me in Walmart, hoping no one they know sees them there. As for me? <\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t care who sees me there.<\/span><\/p>\n

That\u2019s another advantage of being old \u2013 you can say you don\u2019t care and mean it.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was raining last night, so I stayed at Walmart a little longer than I would have\u2026 looking for deals. They had an incredible sale on Fresh Wipes, which I love \u2013 2 for $3.78. I stocked up on them. <\/span><\/p>\n

That\u2019s another thing I like about Walmart, you can be loading Fresh Wipes in your cart and a minute later a bunch of cumquats… then the next minute you can be over in the duck hunting department picking out a camo hat, turn around and scoot over to the dairy aisle and pick up some cage free eggs.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I ended up with $104.88 worth of groceries\u2026that\u2019s about $220 worth had I bought them at either of the prestigious grocery stores in town. I saved enough that I could have bought some new sweatpants that fit me. But I like my belly hanging out when I stroll around Walmart \u2013 it\u2019s comfortable and no one notices, so I saved even more money by not buying new sweatpants.<\/span><\/p>\n

All that shopping made me tired, you know how it is when you get old. <\/span><\/p>\n

Hmmm…maybe you don’t. So, I\u2019ll tell you. <\/span><\/p>\n

You get tired easily. You get stiff easily (and I don\u2019t mean drunk). You end up watching stuff on TV you would never have watched when you were younger \u2013 stuff like PBS Newshour, Antiques Roadshow, Bishop Sheen (kidding!) \u2013 and reruns of \u201cI Love Lucy\u201d, “Father Knows Best” and \u201cLawrence Welk\u201d (And a one and a two — Dodge had a good time, too!).<\/span><\/p>\n

I am not so picky anymore. People cut me some slack because I\u2019m old\u2026quickly moving toward decrepit.<\/span><\/p>\n

Whenever someone needs to lift something really heavy, like a sofa bed, they never even look at me, let alone ask me to help. If someone\u2019s car won\u2019t start when it\u2019s 40 below zero, they never come knocking on my door to ask me to help them. When it snows, I can start shoveling snow for a minute or two, then feign breathing difficulties and\u2026 sure enough\u2026 one of my neighbors comes out to save the old man from rigor mortis and shovels my sidewalk for me while I sit in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate, watching him clear the snow.<\/span><\/p>\n

There\u2019s not a whole lot to like about this getting-old stuff. No one thinks you can do anything, so that\u2019s good if the things that need to be done are heavy and make you sweat. My younger neighbors like to help me, especially when I wipe my brow and breathe loudly, or, better yet, fall to my knees and grab my head or chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

I like going to Walmart looking as terrible as I can look. Then I fit right in. My t-shirt is too short, my sweatpants too low, my old belly bulging out, but it\u2019s fun, I tells ya!<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh yeah, and wearing socks with sandals is cool too. I do that sometimes \u2014 it makes people think I have some kind of toenail fungus \u2026 or that my toenails are long and curled because I\u2019m too old to bend over to cut them.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s not easy being old, but I don\u2019t know if it\u2019s any harder than being young. I mean, Bonnie really did scare me. I may be an old coot, but I think by now, Bonnie\u2019s seen better days, too.<\/span><\/p>\n

Life has a way of balancing things out.<\/span><\/p>\n

And best of all…\u00a0I\u2019m not afraid of Bonnie anymore!<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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