Midnight Pub

hey hey, midnight, say the way you move, wanna make you sweat, wanna make you reply <guitar>

~inquiry

Sitting outside enjoying a mix of imbibe and smoke after a long day of getting shit done.

I'm also sooooo looking forward to my wife being done with work after Friday. Being free of getting her to/from that hellhole and having to listen to her associated diatribe is well into the bliss zone.

My 83 year old dad's health struggles have ramped up in the last week. At my age, I was honestly believing he was going to outlive me given my propensities in unhealthy intake. But now I'm not so sure.

My mom passed at 63, though, which is just a couple years beyond mine. So I'm a bit hoping my looking way more like him than my siblings somehow draws upon the longevity potential.

I can't help but wonder if there are any others in the pub nearly my age. At times I get rather "you should just leave these wonderful youngsters alone". And yet this place is just so much more in the direction of what I'd always hoped to find online that it's hard to let go and/or "do the right thing".

Then again, I'm still rather young at heart, so maybe I do belong...?


tatterdemalion

I'd say there are quite a few people here who are not exactly spring chickens. I'm pushing 50, myself.

My guess is that the smolweb has a pretty bimodal distribution: older people who were adults in the 1990s and and remember the Internet before social media, and quite young people who have been on the modern Internet since they were kids and are already sick of it.

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inquiry

That guess definitely rings true with my smolweb experience... this here autumn chicken just hadn't thought to formulate it....

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ns

As one of the "wonderful youngsters", I appreciate your presence, ~inquiry. The Midnight would not be the same without you, and not in a good way. And besides, it's not the age of the writer that matters here, but the character of the prose.

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inquiry

Thank you for the kind words!

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contrarian

My father is 77 and has been a miserable old man since he had me in his 50s.

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inquiry

I hope - for your own sake - you've not taken it personally, as 50s would be a heck of a rough time to have a child.

But that's not an excuse, of course.

So how were/are you in the context of said misery?

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contrarian

If the sole thing that mattered in life was not giving a damn, my father would be a great, big winner.

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tetris

I had two bosses in $oldjob. One would talk about his age constantly and talk about the stuff he wasn't able to do. The other never mentioned it as a concern, was fit, healthy, and smiled constantly. The latter looked easily 15 years younger than the former, but they were both the same age ~60ish.

Moral: <Steve Buscemi with a skateboard.PNG>

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inquiry

I appreciate the reminder *and* the Perl reference.... :-)

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ew

Ah, told you the other day, I'm right at your heels :)

The youngsters won't tell us to shut up. They will just leave and gather elsewhere. And then all the unbearable Olds are sitting at the counter smoking and drinking and trying to beat Murphy. Falling of the bar stool breaking my neck right to a wondering Smudge seems to be a much better option than fading away slowly due to some slow but deadly disease.

Cheers!

~bartender? How about a coffee first, and a glass of white port thereafter? I made it out of bed today, so this is a good day.

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inquiry

>_< Yep... remembering your mentioning your heels proximity the other day... another day, another purged memory swath.... :-)

Just don't forget (haha) we're going to "Groundhog Day" our way through this all over again in a couple months. :-)

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tffb

There's a couple decades between us, Inquiry, but if I hadn't known your age range when you spoke of it on W.a years ago, I would assume (wittiness in prose, sharpness in "content", etc.) that you were around my age, shy of 40.

Of course, writing and the practice thereof is something I took up in my early-20's, simply because I *could* (and WILL!) do it unto my later years. Be it 60 (not that that is "later years"), or 70, or 80, or whenever - I will continue to hammer text for S&G's throughout. And the act of writing, itself, keeps one sharp, too, I think.

For me, though, health is all that matters. I don't care if I pass away at 50, as long as I am in good health when it happens (odd mix). My late-Father wrote off a semblance of health at 55 (which had been in decline leading up until then), and he went through a lot only to pass on at 66. So, for me, I don't care what the death or time (age) of death is, as long as I am happy/healthy whenever it comes along. That, and that I do not see it coming. Morbid to think of, but it's true.

Anyway, hope this "groove" finds you well.

later

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inquiry
> Anyway, hope this "groove" finds you well.

It did. Quite possibly a bit too well(-oiled..). :-)

But it's the next day and I'm just nudging a few inside (house) things over the finish line due to rain in the forecast.

BTW, from

this write.as post:
> Losing interest again

Overall? With writing posts? With the attachment you mention there?

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tffb

ha, lost interest in writing *that* post. Which is 50% of the posts I write nowadays. But overall, the writing just keeps going. I've been in "lulls" and "funks" and whatnot before (since 2014), but I always come out of them. I am not in one now, I just don't want to finish some entries I start.

Hope the nudging goes well. Rain here, too. I sweat profusely under my rain jacket when I went to the store, and not a drop fell in that time.

later

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inquiry

Thankfully, it never did but sprinkle a bit.

We managed to get a last minute AirBnb booking for tonight through Friday morning, which completely altered my plans - albeit in a goodly "kaching" kind of way....

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