When I'm 64

Grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck and Dave.

Each month ChicagoNow has a Blogopalooza. A topic is chosen and all the participants have an hour to put together a piece. This months topic Pick A Point In The Future and Write About Your Life.

I already spend a lot of time thinking about this.

On my 60th birthday, I had dinner with my youngest daughter, Kimi. We talked about bucket lists. I told her I had a few things I wanted to do by age 70. If I could get this done, I could call it a day.

a. Go to Israel. b. Walk the Abbey Road album picture. c. Grandchildren. d. One more great relationship.

Not asking for too much, am I? I didn't think so.

Interesting how circumstances can change your dreams. Parkinson's Disease followed by some homelessness changes those dreams. They become simpler...less complicated.

I can't look ahead to age 70 anymore. My Parkinson's is okay now but no one can predict how it will progress. Planning on something eight years from now is silly.

But 64 is right around the corner.

My life will be different. I will be living somewhere warmer. Most likely it's California but I'm open to other possibilities.

I've been talking about writing a couple of books. They need to be done by then, They WILL be done by then. Maybe the book tour will take me to London. I can walk across Abbey Road.

I'm still looking for that great relationship. I know I'm not good at this but really all it takes is one woman to make this come true. There are billions of women in the world. I'm looking for one. I like my odds.

Hmmm...maybe she'll be in London. Between her and Abbey Road, I can get a 2 for 1. I seem to be obsessed with the Abbey Road thing.

Btw...if anyone knows anyone, I'm open to that now. My own choices have pretty much sucked (or maybe it's me?).

Grandchildren would be nice but that's not up to me. The daughter of that earlier dinner is getting married in August

Hey Kim...your old man has a progressive neurological disease. Any chance you'll be having children before he checks out? But...no pressure.

That's how I see it a couple of years from now. Pretty simple...pretty quiet life.

Maybe a little boring. After the last couple of years, boring sounds real good.

Will you still need me. Will you still feed me When I'm 64

Type your email address in the box and click the "create subscription" button. My list is completely spam free, and you can opt out at any time.