Ed, my neighbor, who is rarely mentioned, and I walked his dog today. It was my birthday yesterday. Ed is somewhat older than I am. He and I think we look similar ages, and we know we are similar ages because of how we think about things, but I wonder if younger people can even guess.
Most younger people think Ed and I are younger than we look, or, at least, that we are some indeterminate far future age they cannot imagine. Of that, they are correct.
We show them you will not be decrepit when they enter the later months of life. We are in the Octobers of our years. Barring unforeseen accidents, neither of us should celebrate our Death Day soon.
I do not want to see the movie Happy Death Day. I’ve seen enough of the Babycakes mascot to last me the rest of my life. I don’t know anyone who’s seen it.
-K.
