A friend of mine recently sent me an email that I had to share. Unfortunately, it's true for me and maybe some other older folks out there.
In part, here is what it said: "As we Silver Surfers know, sometimes we have trouble with our computers. I had a problem yesterday, so I called Eric, the 11-year-old next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control and asked him to come over.
"Eric clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. As he was walking away, I called after him, 'So, what was wrong?' " He replied, " It was ID ten T error."
I didn't want to appeared stupid, but nonetheless inquired. An, ID ten Terror" 'What's that? In case I need to fix it again.'
Eric grinned .... Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before? 'No', I replied. "Write it down," he said, "and I think you'll figure it out." So I wrote down:
ID10T.
I used to like Eric, the little ... head!"
Maybe this is a little farfetch, but I remember when I was first learning the computer in my home. I started asking questions of my oldest son, who had no patience with me.
My grandson, who was 5 at the time (he's 26 now) walked into the room and said to his father "Don't yell at Gram. Don't worry Gram I'll show you what to do and he did."
That was a very humbling experience, but remember us older folks used typewriters not the latest technology. But the little ones grew up with computers and today, even more.
So remember you're not an ID10T. They are.

I'm not going to mention rain. But I can't help it. After a good summer will it ever stop? Maybe then all my aches and pains will go away.
I recently had an unfortunate excursion to the emergency room. Severe pain in the left part of my abdomen. They took a cat scan and blood tests and diagnose it as diverticulis (infection in the bowel). I was on a double-dose of antibiotics and had to miss several of the events I cover for the paper.
Add that to a heart whose pacemaker is beginning to run low and a couple shots in my hip and groin and I am perfect. It's no laughing matter. I'm sick of feeling sick. I wish someone out there could make me feel better.
I will be 79 tomorrow and if this is what 79 feels like then what will 80 be like? I don't like to give in, but when you walk like you're half drunk without even having a drink and your energy level is so low you feel like you only want to sit, you realize these Golden Years are for the birds.
I know many people my age that are so much more active. I'm not a giver-upper, but nothing seems to get me going.
I see my cardiologist tomorrow and I see my gastroenteroligist Sept. 22. Hopefully, by then I will be able to kick up my heels and shout from the rooftop.
In the meantime, I'll keep trying to find out what is good for me to eat without causing me problems.
The only good thing, I'm losing weight.