Eighty-eight is enough

Well, no, not really: if it’s your life, you might hope for that 90th year, and no one could blame you.

Then again, no one could blame you for putting up the bravest possible face otherwise:

I do NOT want to be non compos mentis and immobile at that age. I have advised everyone to wheel me out into the forest preserve, turn around with a finger to the corner of their mouths and say, “Oops! She was JUST there! Really. Where did she go?”

And the feral hogs or bobcats can have their way with me.

She’s kidding. She said so:

For those aghast, no, I do not think suicide or assisted suicide is right. IT WAS A JOKE.

Now if you want to be aghast at something, my first thought on reading this was “How old is Frank Lautenberg?” But no: nothing feral in New Jersey, except other politicians.

Me, I’m three decades away from 88. Either I’ll make it, or I won’t. Too soon to tell either way, really.





2 comments

  1. fillyjonk »

    5 May 2012 · 10:16 am

    I have to admit I have a sinking feeling some days that either society or the Earth will meet its demise before I do. Whether it’s massive civil war or an asteroid impact, I don’t know….

  2. McGehee »

    5 May 2012 · 12:28 pm

    But no: nothing feral in New Jersey, except other politicians.

    Don’t forget the Jersey Devil, which visits New York riding on Donald Trump’s head.

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