who?.....sort of

To be or not to be a geezer? Did I take up geezering or was it thrust upon me? It is a legitimate Hamlet-onian question I believe. And it deserves consideration, though such an inquiry is probably only a diverting side show and a unnecessary and unfulfilling one at that. I am a geezer through and through by virtue of my gender and my age and my delicate frame of mind. It is an inevitable side effect of growing long in the tooth…. I have outlived my father, not only in real time but in years. He was only 62 when died; I am 72. But I, like he did, have an enlarged prostate. (It's probably about the size of a healthy Meyer lemon … though better an enlarged prostate than a fat ego...perhaps. Though that is another debatable proposition.) I have also outlived Montaigne. He died at the age of 59. He lived in France in the 1500s. He inherited wealth and position and hung out in a chamber in his manor house when he wasn't acting in his role as a local politician. There were no blogs back then so Montaigne invented them in a sense. He penned lots of essays. While his writings are far more insightful and profound than mine, they lack my gift for opaque turgidity and clumsy expression. His writings also don't have the time-stamped-and-locked cultural banality and bias that are such an integral part of my scratchings. However, I would like my pieces to have brisk, breezy and easily forgettable messages and readily disposable, use-once only moral observations that are of great convenience in this age of cheesy verbal handi-wipes. We'll just have to see if they can live up to that standard.