I joined AARP (I’m 49*, going on — wait for it! — fifty). I got my card this week.
Now, I’ve been looking forward to getting my membership for a long time, before my stroke. I figured that getting old was a triumph. I prepared for old age happily, as far as one can; I don’t think I would have been scared or, well, you know, suddenly got up one day and realized, my god, maybe I’m old! Better get in my second childhood pronto.
But the stroke happened, of course, and my old age was forced on me before my time. Therefore I wanted to have my official Old Age card, pin, cufflinks, merit badges, et cetera, now. I’ve waited for five years for this. Now AARP has welcomed me [with open arms]. It feels good.
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*Which is my favorite number, by the way. 49 is a square and it’s also made up with two digits (4 and 9) that’s also squares. Fun!
