More Musings 2018

“You’ve got maybe eight years,” Marshall said. He’s 73 years old now. In the last year, he’s noticed a significant decline in both interest and ability with regard to his workouts. So, the eight remaining years that he alluded to would be “good years.” The conversation transpired in the locker room at the gym the other day. Observing Marshall during his workout revealed an alarmingly relaxed form. He also looked very tired.

Most old codgers don’t live beyond 80 years, so Marshall is probably correct. He has been working out consistently for several decades, so his prognostication is coincident with anyone with a similar regimen. No doubt, Marshall is now truly cognizant of what little time he has remaining.

The application process for the “old folks home” in Waikiki laid bare just how intrusive the certification process is for eligibility. Fortunately, the housing specialist at the Sand Island homeless shelter has completed the process without client involvement for the “old folks home” in Makiki. The intrusion of privacy, at least concerning financial matters, has necessitated the acquisition of a small safe $23 at Target®) in order to hide assets, something that the formerly-homeless buddy was quite adamant about. How do the other senior citizens put up with that shit?

Addendum: The small safe has been securely placed in the senior citizen mobile command center (read: minivan).