{"id":57093,"date":"2020-05-11T03:00:53","date_gmt":"2020-05-11T07:00:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=57093"},"modified":"2020-05-10T21:03:46","modified_gmt":"2020-05-11T01:03:46","slug":"im-so-old-i-dont-even-buy-green-bananas-anymore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2020\/05\/11\/im-so-old-i-dont-even-buy-green-bananas-anymore\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;I\u2019m so old, I don\u2019t even buy green bananas anymore&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>While I&#8217;m not quite at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.kimdutoit.com\/2020\/05\/09\/terminal-thoughts\/\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">Kim du Toit<\/a>&#8216;s advanced age, I have had a few intimations of mortality over the last few years that do force a certain amount of introspection:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The other day I made reference to the fact that I would be unlikely to be flying anywhere in 2020, and might only do so in late 2021 \u2014 and for the first time in my life, I said to myself, &#8220;&#8230; <em>should I live that long<\/em>.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I think the most depressing thing about getting old is that you get wary of making long-term plans \u2014 the old joke &#8220;I&#8217;m so old, I don&#8217;t even buy green bananas anymore&#8221; is a perfect example \u2014 and it can be depressing.<\/p>\n<p>It doesn\u2019t have to be, of course. A friend of my own vintage recently embarked on a business venture which involves a massive construction project, and when I asked him when the whole thing will be finished, he said airily, &#8220;About fifteen or twenty years&#8217; time.&#8221; If that is true, he would be around eighty years old at completion date.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not sure I would do anything like that. At the same time, I&#8217;m still buying green bananas, so to speak, so there&#8217;s that.<\/p>\n<p>At some point in a person&#8217;s life, you become resigned to the fact that you\u2019ll never climb Everest, or race at Monaco, or make a billion dollars, or sleep with some famous beauty (maybe because she just died). Those are the <strong>big<\/strong> dreams, of course, and mostly \u2014 realistically, even \u2014 just pipe dreams. Still, their disappearance is a little of a jolt; which is probably a preparation for a much bigger disappointment when you realize that your age precludes you from doing something that you did only little while ago. As an example, I&#8217;m most likely never going to be able to go deer-stalking in Scotland with Mr. Free Market, Doc Russia and Combat Controller again, because the trudging over the uneven ground of the Cairngorm Mountains is, to put it mildly, unthinkable. I made a joke about that with the guys during a telemeeting, the other day, and said that <strong>if<\/strong> I were to do it again, I would only ever shoot at a distance no further than 50 yards away from the Land Rover \u2014 i.e. close to the road \u2014 whereupon Mr. Free Market said bluntly, &#8220;Then you&#8217;re never going to take another shot&#8221; (because most of the stalks now involve a prospect of a mile or two&#8217;s scrambling before the deer even come within a respectable shooting distance, assuming they haven&#8217;t moved in the interim).<\/p>\n<p>So goodbye to all that, then.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s even more poignant when you think of your approaching end with regards to family and friends, especially family. New Wife&#8217;s elder son has given her a grandson; my own kids&#8217; prospect of doing the same is becoming more and more remote with each year. That, actually, doesn&#8217;t bother me too much as I&#8217;ve never been one of those parents who pushes their kids to provide grandchildren \u2014 in fact, I specifically told mine that I would <strong>never<\/strong> push them that way, and I&#8217;ve kept my promise. But it also means that I&#8217;ll never be able to do the grandfather things with grandsons that my own grandpa did with me, and that&#8217;s a little sad.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>While I&#8217;m not quite at Kim du Toit&#8216;s advanced age, I have had a few intimations of mortality over the last few years that do force a certain amount of introspection: The other day I made reference to the fact that I would be unlikely to be flying anywhere in 2020, and might only do [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":35193,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[66,73],"tags":[598,139,202],"class_list":["post-57093","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-health-science","category-randomness","tag-aging","tag-psychology","tag-travel"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/favicon.png","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2hpV6-eQR","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57093","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=57093"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57093\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":57094,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57093\/revisions\/57094"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/35193"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=57093"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=57093"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=57093"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}