The Four Stages Of Man.

The 4 stages of man…

He believes in Santa Claus.

He doesn’t believe in Santa Claus.

He is Santa Claus.

He looks like Santa Claus.

I am in the fourth stage albeit an Indian Version of Santa Claus.

8 thoughts on “The Four Stages Of Man.”

  1. Just in case you run out of brainteasers with your daily crosswords please do give some thought to the four stages for women. And no, not the predictable – I myself am as good as new though would consider any of those three precious gifts you mention as possibly handy if only to save energy. Not that I can’t still bend over. Both legs straight, hands flat on the floor. Be not easily deceived. I may be fit. Yet, what I need is a donkey. A donkey – and, yes, I will have a carrot at the ready – to carry my groceries. 20 kg of it the other day. That’s more than a third of my own body weight. What was I thinking of? Feeding the five thousand in case of running out of legs? The normal twenty minutes back home, stretching to a veritable thirty plus; I didn’t measure the length of my arms at the end of it. I know muscle pain when I feel it the next morning. Who needs to go to the gym when you can just go about your business?

    Still, who knows what surprises the future holds. My mother who, by necessity, is a few years older than me occasionally employs a “walker” (I refuse to imagine her with a Zimmerframe). The walker even has a name. A name! When I call my mother I ask her how . . . is coping. Is this what we have come to? I remember some years ago picking up some prescription at the pharmacist. In those idle moments of waiting for them to get their pills together I looked at this shelf, that shelf, and the worst thing I ever did was picking up a brochure full of “aides” for the elderly. I flicked through it and went into shock. Ramana, my dear dear Ramana, I had NO idea what may lie in store for those who live up to their statistical life expectancy. Take me NOW!

    Anyway, you look serene, indeed dashing, in your manly fourth age! If we weren’t divided by I don’t know how many miles I’d even hand you the sock puller or, one better, put the socks onto your feet myself.

    All the best, as ever the optimist,
    Ursula

    1. What a delightful surprise Ursula. I cherish your comments and miss your not commenting. This, makes amends by commenting on more than one post and so, more cherished.

      1. Please read my latest post on Five Stages Of A Woman’s Life. Your comments should be very interesting to read.
      2. I sincerely hope that you never have to use any of the good things of life that Seniors often are forced to use. Many do grow up lithe and flexible and do not and I hope that you will be one of them.
      3. Thank you and I too wish that you were close by to be my socks putter on. Having been one not too long ago, it was a pleasure that few others services that I rendered to others can equal.

  2. Thank you for that vision of the fourth stage of man.
    I doubt I could ever look like Santa Clause as it would probably take me half of my current age in years to grow a half-decent looking beard. Now getting a round stomach that wiggles like a bowl full of jelly – that wouldn’t take near as long. Stay well my friend. Until next time.
    P.S. Don’t know if you got my response to your comments about my Fishing post but if not let me just say I’m glad you caught the punch line at the end of the article.

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