When Steve and I were first married the Beatles were at the top of the music charts. We used to sing “WHEN I’M SIXY FOUR” to each other
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four.
Now that time has come. Fortunately we still have our hair and we have not deteriorated into nothingness. Quite the contrary in fact.
Steve has started a new career as a poker dealer. He is so happy. He says dealing gives him the same enjoyment as playing poker, sometimes even more because he doesn’t loose any money. He gets to socialize with folks who love the game of poker. He remembers the hands and the intricacies of the play. There is a lot of skill involved when playing poker. Stats are involved. Luck is a factor. Maybe the biggest component is the ability to read the other players at the table.
When Steve talks about poker he shines. His face lights up. He smiles. His whole body becomes animated. He gets excited. Sometimes he even talks a little loud as he retells a really exciting story of how a player won a hand.
As his cheerleader, I admire Steve for pursuing his goal of being part of the poker world. I love to hear his stories and I am glad he is enjoying this new chapter in his life. He seems to be getting younger.
Have you ever tried something totally different? How did it work out for you?
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